A Boxing Day stroll

It was no good, the clouds would not lift today, so I either had to wallow at home with chocolate or go for some fresh but grey air. The fresh air won and the chocolate wasn’t going anywhere 😉 so a stroll in theTaddiforde Valley that runs along the university campus was the choice.

The campus is very quiet out of term and being Boxing Day the car parks were empty. We headed out from the lowest entrance, just off Prince of Wales road.

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It’s a popular spot with local walkers, and in summer the odd student has been spotted relaxing on the grass.

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Water is present throughout this short walk, the ponds through the valley were created in the 60’s and 70’s to look like natural watercourses, the ponds being fed from the Taddiforde  Brook. There are several varieties of water bird, but they heard Dido and Daisy coming and made themselves scarce.

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The Gunnera have given up for this year, but usually this late in the year they would have totally died back.

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We walk past a small stand of Silver Birch.

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The path meanders gently upwards, it’s a place for slowing down and being mindful.

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Sometimes the water rushes down in narrow gaps and sometimes it stagnates. In spring this area will be alive with tadpoles, frogs, toads and newts. The area is managed well to provide habitats for wildlife.

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The girls would like to know who lives there.

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We’ll cross this little bridge in a moment,

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and look back the way we came.

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Keeping our eyes open for little treasures.

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Grand eucalyptus with leaves draping and bark shedding in harmony. Do you see the tree fern in the background?

 

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The path swoops around, with lots of places for inquisitive dogs to disappear. uni16

The benches are a bit functional, but there are plenty and adequate for dog waiting!

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It looks a bit murky, hope they didn’t jump in.

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There’s some interesting growth.

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I do like a good fungi.

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We’re going back down towards the first pond now, the wind is gusting quite loudly in the trees, and judging by the bird activity, they’re battening down the hatches in preparation for a storm.

Exeter University is one of the top ten in the country, attracting students from all over the world.The campus and the valley is an arboretum and botanical garden, of some 300 acres, and described by the Independent as ‘sublime’.  There are around 21,000 students in a city with a population of just 125,000, sometimes it feels as if they are taking over. They are certainly contributing to housing shortages, especially affordable ones, and an increase in multiple occupancy properties that are landlord owned. I hope the students appreciate their surroundings and I’d like to see more local people enjoying the grounds. It’s a place where the woods and countryside meets the city, and part of Exeter Green Circle.

I’m sharing my Boxing Day walk with Jo, last Monday she was walking the Algarve hills, I wonder where she’ll be this week.

 

The Otter in August

A few miles east of my beloved Exe, lies the river Otter, in an area of outstanding natural beauty and an important resting place for migratory birds. The estuary is at Budleigh Salterton, another favourite place and the start of my stroll on the evening of August 3rd. Keeping the cricket field on your left, go through the kissing gate and the path is parallel to the river.

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The sea is behind to us on the right just out of this photo.

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You can just about make it out beside the red cliff.

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The tide is on its way in.

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Someone’s been busy!

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Wading bird heaven, it’s a pity I’m too hopeless to capture them!

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The path ahead.

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With plenty of sloes in the hedge.
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and a wonderful canopy of oak.
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On the left side of the path, a ditch full of life is the boundary between the path and the marshy field.

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I’ve always called this White Bridge, I’m not sure if that’s the actual name, but when my children were little it was the turning point of the walk for us. If you cross here, and turn right, back towards the sea, you will reach the south west coast path. I’ve walked a little bit of it there, but it’s a knee killer! Better to keep going, about two miles to the village of Otterton with it’s lovely mill and a nice pub. I remember starting at Budleigh one evening many years ago, walking the two and a half miles and having a nice pub meal. The problem was just because we set off on a sunny evening didn’t mean we’d return on one. We had to walk back in the dark. Beyond White Bridge the path is grass and uneven earth. There are no houses or lights to be seen and every so often a cow or three would loom out of the darkness over the fence. Our return walk was a lot faster than the pootle out!

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This time we turned back.

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Enjoyed the flora.

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Aha, gotcha.

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I knew there had to be birds somewhere. Otters have returned to the Otter, I think the dogs could smell them, they got excited a few times. Much as I’d like to see one I’d rather the dogs weren’t with me, if they chased after one they wouldn’t come off too well.

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The light was changing quite quickly.

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The estuary curves around the end of the pebble beach, beneath the red sandstone cliffs.

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It’s nice when walks are circular, but here I like having the outwards and inward views of beautiful Devon. This is a walk I never tire of. all year round.
I’m sharing this with Jo but I think I’ve probably missed the boat, heyho never mind, there’s always another Monday. Happy walking wherever you are.

A Mundane Monday Reveal

For those of you who were concerned or confused about my wellbeing or sanity today, I thought I’d show you where my Mundane Monday photo was taken. 13

You may remember this photo from when I took you for a walk around the lake at Stourhead, this is the view through the rocky surrounds of the grotto.
Inside, if you look up, you’ll see this morning’s image.
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If you look down you’ll see this.
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And once outside in the grey autumn light,
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Look at the left side of this photo, can you see the spokes on the outside of the grotto’s roof? No wells, rabbit holes or manholes anywhere to be seen, just another folly!

Weekly Photo Challenge: Oops!

This week, share a photographic “Oops!” moment with us. The fiasco could be what’s in the picture: anything broken, jumbled, or otherwise cringe-worthy (ugly sweaters are encouraged!).  Or it could be something in the photo-taking itself, from the tip of your finger ruining a meticulously framed panorama to an inopportune shadow messing up a family portrait.

So Ben at the Daily Post is giving me the opportunity to show something I excel at, taking photos on the wonk! Most noticeable on my coastal horizons, the ones below are all taken in Devon.

It would seem that I favour a dizzy-making right hand down, OOPS.

If not now, when?

If I am not for myself,

who is for me?

And when I am for myself,

what am I?

And if not now, when?

If not now

I don’t know much about this quote, except that it is from a Rabbi who lived in ancient times, whose name was Hillel the Elder. The post is for Jackie at A Cooking Pot and Twisted Tales. Jackie challenged me to post three favourite quotes and pass on the challenge. If you’d like to join in please do!

On the Cob

A QUOTE FOR JACKIE

“It is only when our characters and events begin to disobey us that they begin to live.” John Fowles.

It was a cold, grey, October morning in Lyme Regis harbour,

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but the dogs and I strolled along anyway.

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They weren’t too sure about these wobbly steps

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but we enjoyed the hazy view from the top

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This is the famous Cob at Lyme Regis, as seen in the movie The French Lieutenant’s Woman,  from the book by John Fowles. I’ve been up there in much worse weather and it isn’t for the faint hearted, I definitely wouldn’t want a long heavy cloak swirling around my ankles in the wind as Meryl Streep did!

Jackie at A Cooking Pot and Twisted Tales invited me to join in a share of three favourite quotes. This is one of the ones I had over my desk, to inspire me, when I was studying creative writing.

I’m not going to ask anyone to take part, just anyone who wants to!