Wordless Wednesday

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Small things in the valley park

My favourite place to walk in the city is Ludwell Valley Park, I’ve posted a few times about it. The management of Exeter’s six valley parks has recently been taken over by Devon Wildlife Trust, ensuring the continued opportunities for walking and enjoying nature.

There’s an abundance of plant life, something to see all year round and stunning views.

Last week I decided to focus on the small things, some of which tend to be overlooked.

Here’s a slideshow.

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The parks circle the city with beautiful wildlife corridors, free for all to enjoy, does your town or city have similar?

Salmon Pool aka St James Weir

I can’t stand beside the bench where I took this photo last June,

because a sink hole opened and swallowed the bench and the corner bank it was standing on. The weir at Salmon Pool is mostly dry, the river is flowing through a gap at the end of the damaged weir and the mill leat is temporarily sealed off.

Apparently there will be no repair, nature will take it’s course and the river will gradually return to the way it was, centuries ago before the weir was built.

Frost in Exeter

Now I know that many of you experience months of frost and snow every winter, but recently it’s only occurred three or four times a year here. So I rarely get a chance to take icy photos. This morning my car told me it was -1 degrees, and the ground over in the fields was frozen. It was a brilliant blue sky day though and the frost in the hedgerows was slowly melting.

 
Apparently it will rain for the next seven days now, so I’m glad I caught the pretty cold stuff while I could. Rain means a temperature rise of eight to ten degrees, thanks goodness because the heat wasn’t working in my office on Friday, not much fun sitting still in 14 degrees!

In the valley park

Hedge laying is an ancient skill, it’s been around since the 16th century when landowners had to contain their livestock, because of the acts of enclosure. Different styles of laying can be seen around the country, and laying takes place in winter when there are no birds nesting and before the sap rises.

When I walked in the valley park this morning, the hedge between what I call the middle and bottom fields, had been recently laid. It’s opened up the view from the middle field at the rear of this photo way across the hills on the west of the estuary.

I’m glad the skills are still kept alive, but I can’t help wondering what the foxes make of it.