A field of brassica

Today I took the dogs for a stroll around Darts Farm. It’s one of those ‘lifestyle’ type shops these days, but I remember it thirty years ago when it was simple farm shop, in a barn. It still grows and sells vegetables, and the shop sells local fish, meat, bakery and dairy products, for those who can afford to buy it.

They don’t mind you walking around their fields, I’m always surprised how few people actually do, except when the sunflowers are blooming and the maize maze is open to get lost in.Today I walked up this hill, unprepared for the amount of mud and wearing my best and only presentable boots, heyho.
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The weather was cold but bright and many of my iPhone photos are shooting straight into the sun.

The field on the right above was full of greens, ugh! When I was a kid greens were cabbage, cauliflower and Brussel sprouts, when did they get so complicated?

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I still won’t eat any of them, and I can spot the tiniest bit of cauliflower in the spiciest curry!
Strolling over the brow of the hill with the dogs disappearing in and out of the hedge chasing after real or fantasy rabbits, the hills to the east were in view.

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The maize still stood in skeletal rows.
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There were no squeals of delight from children running through, unable to see over the tops of the plants.
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The ground levels out and the iconic Topsham water tower stands across the river Clyst.
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The glow of yellow drew me off the path toward the wetlands.
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Where I could hear but not see geese and ducks, and the soft voices of anglers carried towards me.


Umbelliferous plants still held onto their creamy-white flowers.
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Sunflower remains.
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But the birds have had a real feast for weeks.
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We’ve nearly reached the main road now.

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I turn left at the bottom of the sunflower field.

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and look back at the way I’ve come, and at a field of leeks.
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It’s really only a little stroll, but rather lovely today.
Jo won’t be taking her usual Monday Walk this week, but I think she’d like mine, especially as there are plenty of luscious cakes to be found in Darts cafe.

You can find some more Monday exercise over at Amy’s place, she’s taken us to a rather arty cultural area of Austin, Texas. The hotels are too pricey for me but I’d like a wander there.

A Green Circle Walk

My city, Exeter, has a 12 mile circle of paths around it, going through valley parks, nature reserves, town parks and cemeteries. Because the path passes through so many green spaces – as well as leafy residential areas, on the quiet it is a haven for wildlife. There are foxes, buzzards, woodpeckers, deer and kestrel. Around the river and canal sections you may see kingfishers, mute swans and even otters.

Last weekend I walked a section of the Ludwell Valley Park. At it’s best on a clear day in high summer, when the views are beautiful and the meadows rich with the sound of chaffinch, goldfinch and even the rarer yellowhammer and cirl bunting. In early autumn there is still plenty to see if you keep your eyes open.

autumn meadowThe remains of the meadow, left for wildlife to feast on.

The meadow was abundant and diverse in the summer.

They went that wayTwo small border terrorists decided to abandon me here!

One day it will be mightySo I stood around, admired the youngish oak tree, called them, stood around some more,

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Squinted at the hazy view
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enjoyed the holly and eventually they re-appeared.
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So they had a bit of a sit down, and we all enjoyed a different view.

Towards the west

Then headed back to our starting point.

Admiring the rich hedgerow along the way.

into the unknownDaisy debates another diversion, but we heard an animal sound, possibly a fox, bigger than her and warning her off, so she came back as soon as I called!

the valley parkLudwell valley part of the Green Circle has several entrances and you can walk three or four miles some of which will be very steep or just take a half mile level stroll. Whichever you choose, the air is fresh and its very peaceful.

I hope you enjoyed early autumn in Exeter Green Circle, this post is for Jo’s Monday Walk, she would be delighted if you joined her and her other walkers.

Cobbles and Blue Sky, a Tavira Stroll

The morning after I arrived in Tavira I was awake and up way before I heard my friend stirring. I was raring to go, so I went out to try to find my way around the neighbourhood and check out the distance to the bus station, as we planned to use public transport in the Algarve.

I walked over the level crossing and noticed a sign to the Estacao Rodoviaria, the bus station, but decided instead to take the cobbled one way street, Rua Dr Miguel Bombarda, down in the direction of the town. Cobbley streetI can’t stay on a path too long in a new place, and Tavira’s old town has many interesting and distracting little corners.

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I couldn’t resist a closer look at this blue rooftop. There are many little single storey homes, and in the quiet of the morning, several elderly ladies greeted me as they popped from house to house for their early morning chats.
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When I saw this street sign I decided to photograph it to help retrace my steps if I got hopelessly lost. That would be rare, but I had said I’d just be just half an hour. Next I went kind of diagonally through some streets that really shouldn’t have cars, but did. I managed to get to a main road which led to the bus station. The way was obvious so I didn’t follow it, but I did get a sneeky peep at the Bombeiros station – that’s where the firemen hang out girls 😉
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There are tiled buildings everywhere and this one seemed to have some interesting structures behind it, I found out what they were eventually. Back into the maze and near the bottom end of Do Postigo, I recognise a building from photos I’d seen on the internet.

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The Pousada Convento da Graca is now a smart hotel, but originally a convent built in the 16th century. It is supposedly beautifully restored, and has a Renaissance cloister and a Baroque staircase. It would be lovely for a short break, but personally too expensive for any longer. I wish I had remembered to go back for dinner or even just morning coffee, next time maybe.
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Here’s a closer shot, I’d like the room with the tiny balcony, it would have a nice view of the public gardens opposite. I chatted to an English lady in the gardens. She was walking one of her three Dalmatians and she told me that the church up the hill was Santa Maria do Castelo, one of my must sees, but that it was shut most of the time. She did direct me to the one I really wanted to see, saying that it was always open. Just behind this one she said. I checked the door of Santa Maria and then looked just behind.

From church to church

I see no church! but at the first corner the path opened up.

Silent squareThis silent square with views of the rooftops was scorching even at 9am. The tower had to be where I was heading, although there are around 36 churches in the city, so who knows? I had no doubt about the building facing me, it was the Palacio da Galeria, from the 16th century this handsome building now houses a museum of local history, as well as housing temporary exhibitions. I was an hour too early, so I’m adding it to my list of reasons to return to Tavira.

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So with the tower in mind, the cobbled hill led me on down.

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By now I’m wondering how on earth women wear heels in Tavira, I took four pairs of flat shoes on holiday with me, but already I couldn’t see any use for two of them. At the best my knees would be shot and there was potential for bone breakage!

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One more corner and this is it, the Igreja da Misericordia. The exterior doesn’t look especially promising does it, but you’ll see. I took a peep in and got some useful information chatting to a lady at the desk, but then I headed back to the apartment – I’d said I’d be half an hour, my time was up and there was lots more to explore. I went back  to the Misericordia later in the day, so I’ll show you the inside in another post.

This post is for Jo’s Monday Walk, I hope you enjoyed it and didn’t get your heels caught in the cobbles. Maybe you have a walk to share this week?

Things you see on a good day

Today’s dog walk turned out to be a real surprise. I parked in one of those grotty out of town shopping areas that we don’t seem to be able to avoid and we strolled down a path we’ve taken before. As I walked I got to thinking how I used to walk nearby when I was a child. Back then there were old Devon lanes that led to miles of fields, but less than a mile and a half from the city centre. Wildflowers were abundant in those lanes, and vehicles were rare.
Then came the 1990’s and the growth of out of town monsters, an increase in major roads as the city expanded and ‘developed’.
The lane where once the only sound was birdsong, has since been widened, homes have been built that virtually fill the gap to the shops. Today’s walk began noisily as I briefly walked parallel to the dual carriageway, but I caught i flash of something out of the corner of my eye and followed it.

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Soon it’s friends were fluttering around me,
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They didn’t really want to pose for me, they had nectar to gather.
As they followed me down the path, I opened my eyes and stopped listening to the roar of traffic and I was pleasantly surprised.

So, twenty years on from the ‘superstore’ being built, nature was reclaiming her land. Habitats had reformed, diverse ones at that. I know there are foxes in the area, I’ve seen them late at night, climbing up the railway embankment, and the dogs can smell them and lots more things they would like to chase and sniff out.
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I like the idea of the footbridge being walked by all sorts of creatures at night, to cross the busy roads safely. From here,
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to here,
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until they reach here.
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I learnt even more today, as I stopped to taste the blackberries, the dogs were sniffing under some young oak trees. There were fresh young acorns and oak apples beside them. I leant in close with my phone to capture them and saw the strangest thing.

Apparently they are Knopper Galls, a sort of chemical reaction resulting from the gall wasp laying its eggs on a the developing acorns. They vary quite a bit in colour and form and if you were to cut inside them, the larvae can be seen.
I suppose I was vaguely aware that oak apples were something similar but as little brown balls, they aren’t something I’ve given much thought to!
That isn’t all, when I photographed wild rose hips I wondered what this plant was attached to,
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then the dogs were getting into mischief so had to dash. Well, this is a gall too, one that forms on a dog rose, called Robin’s Pincushion. I hope I’m not the last person on the planet to know about Galls!
All in all this was a very good day.I tried to use Mesh but failed dismally and had to give up before I lost my cool – it wasted way too much time, sorry WordPress and Automattic.
I’m not sure if you will manage a Monday walk post this week Jo, but here you are anyway.

I Wish I was Ten Again

That’s what I felt like at Holly Hill Country Park last week. It’s on the edge of Fareham in Hampshire and I went with my daughter and family so that Scarlett could feed the ducks. Very nice ducks they were too, Buff ducks!

There were pretty bridges, wooden steps and muddy banks. A beautiful bench that would have fitted Jude’s July theme and several woodland art pieces. The list of flora and fauna is really impressive, the planting is subtle and naturalistic. With trees as varied as Dawn Redwood, Cork Oak, Gleditsia, Hornbeam and Japanese Cherry, it’s a real arboretum. A variety of bats, stoats, voles and hare are among twenty eight mammals listed.

Here are some photos, apart from ducks, the only wildlife are the granddaughters!

Amazingly this lovely place is free to visit. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did, see some more of Jo’s Monday Walks here.

Flora, Berries and Seeds on a Nature Walk

A few days ago Meg posted a memoir of some the amazing walks she has taken so far in her lifetime. She talks of walking on Broken Hill, even the name evokes wonder, casuarinas looking south to Gulaga and a father emu with his nine babies. When she wrote of ‘heathland flowering up to our neck’, I compared the abundance of flora and fauna with here in England.

Then yesterday I went for a short dog walk beside the river and canal, and observing my surroundings I became aware of just how much there was to see. exe1

Lots of seed heads, Queen Anne’s Lace I believe.


More seeds and grasses.


Flowers galore!
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and some early blackberries.
This wasn’t a planned photo walk so I only had my silly i phone, but these were all taken in less than a mile, without searching very hard. Sometimes the unexpected brings the most pleasure.

I’ve decided to call this a nature walk and link to Jo’s Monday Walk. The Exeter canal runs parallel to the river Exe for around six miles. The canal is great for walking, or cycling, as long as unlike me, you can stay upright on a bike, and there are several watering holes along the way. I hope it fits Jo!

Strolling the garden in the wood

National Trust Knightshayes invites you to ‘Discover magic in the woods’. Apparently its garden in the woods, created in the 1950’s, is the only one of its kind in existence. I walked there on Sunday, when I found this little path, leading away from the formal garden. IMG_1532_
and found myself in a world that was magical indeed, it felt like anything could happen. IMG_1503_
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some with arms outstretched to catch you.

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Funky seed heads,


Bark that Meg would like to stroke.
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Delicate froths of fluff.

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A giant sequoia
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and an elegant maple.

This little walk was enchanting, rich in texture, colour, light and shade. Birdsong filled the air, as did the fragrance of years of fallen leaves on the ground. I hope you enjoyed the garden in the woods, perhaps you’ll go one day. I’m sharing it with Jo, for her Monday walk. Join her here.

A Walk at Morte Point

Last weekend my friend Lindy and I went for a walk up in north Devon. I wanted to go to see Verity at the same time so I found a walk on the coast that was just 2.3 miles, perfect for the Dido and Daisy as well.

We arrived at Mortehoe, a pretty village, just before noon and walked up the road between the pub and church.

Mortehoe village
Mortehoe village

The lane climbing upwards was trimmed with spring wild flowers.

Wildflowers in the hedgerow
Wildflowers in the hedgerow

And the walls were full of life.

Navelwort waiting to bloom Jude
Navelwort waiting to bloom Jude

We walked past a pretty cemetery.

Cemetery with a view
Cemetery with a view

And the walk began

Back to the path

Looking west
Looking west
That's close enough to a sheer drop
That’s close enough to a sheer drop

There were sheep everywhere and the lambs were adorable

The lambs were at the toddler stage
The lambs were at the toddler stage

The path stretched ahead into bright sun.

The south west coast path
The south west coast path
Woolacombe is fading into the distance
Woolacombe is fading into the distance

We stopped frequently so the dogs could cool down, so I zoomed in again.

Something strange over there
Something strange over there

Can you see the stegosaurus back bone?

By now we were warming up, and wishing we’d brought all of our picnic lunch, instead of just a packet of crisps. But the walk was lovely in every direction.

Deceiving but a very steep drop
Deceiving but a very steep drop

There were some interesting rock formations.


The crest of the hill in the photo above was soon just above us.

The stegasaurus
The stegasaurus

Some suicidal sheep!

Sure footed sheep
Sure footed sheep

 

Not far to the point
Not far to the point
One more bend
One more bend

The rock was changing colour as we walked east towards Morte Point.

Made it at last

Morte Point
Morte Point

Morte, as I’m sure you know means death and it’s believed that Morte point got its name because the treacherous rocks caused a number of shipwrecks over the centuries. Smuggling was rife, and some of the wrecks may have been helped along the way by wreckers walking the coast with lamps to confuse the sailors in the dark. Having seen this rcraggy coastline, it must have been incredibly dangerous. According to the South West Coast Path website,

The Normans dubbed it the ‘Death Stone’, and claimed that ‘Morte is the place which heaven made last and the devil will take first.’

Time to head on.

Going east again
Going east again

The walk continued steeply.

Shallow water
Shallow water

My camera captured seals here but just as dark bobbing blobs.

The seals didn't want to sunbath
The seals didn’t want to sunbath

We were out of water and fairly certain that we’d missed a turning by the time we reached here.

The turning point
The turning point

But a slight hint of a path up to the right led us back the way we needed to take.

Familiar ground
Familiar ground

The gate leads through to the road by the cemetery.
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The village shop supplied cold drinks and ice cream, which we followed with our picnic. The dogs flopped in the shade, tired but happy. The pedometer on my phone said I’d walked 5.5 miles, not the planned 2.3, but we stilled had some energy left to pootle around Ilfracombe.
I don’t know if Jo will be doing her Monday Walk this week but there’s always another day.

A Warren Walk

When I was child, if you lived in Exeter, to the east of the river Exe, your beach was Exmouth, to the west and it was Dawlish Warren.  Both beaches are around 10 miles from the city. Back then, in the dawn of time, most people didn’t have cars, but there was always the regular train or bus service, and there still is.

Summers were longer and warmer then, and the sunshine was, well, sunnier somehow.  Families would pack up their bags with sandwiches, homemade sausage rolls and cake, kids would take their buckets and spades. Sun lotion didn’t exist, so many would burn and peel a few days later, the lucky ones would just tan.  No-one thought anything of it, other than a touch of calamine lotion if it was sore.

Nowadays the Warren is a National nature Reserve and protected as a Site of Special Scientific Interest (SSSI) and along with the rest of the Exe estuary, a Wetland of International Importance. Last weekend I took advantage of a few dry hours and took my camera for a walk.

In winter Dartmoor ponies are kept on the Warren to help maintain the grassland, I’ve seen some in the past but not on this visit sadly. The wetlands are teeming with wildlife, mostly elusive except to the ears.

I walked on past and got a glimpse of the beach.

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The wide area at the top is the sand spit right opposite Exmouth, but I pretty much stayed on the red path.

There are thousand of wildfowl and wading birds, I saw Oyster catchers, Wigeon, Brent Geese, and others that I don’t know the names of. The visitor centre had recorded far more that week than I was able to see because the tide was low, even though I walked around the curve of the sand spit to the bird hide.

The wind was getting up and the light was changing, so I headed back before the rain came in. So walking west, the beach was on my left. The big old terrace houses at Exmouth were clearly visible behind me

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Looking inwards I could see the grassland again.

The Warren got its name because centuries ago, probably back to the middle ages, rabbits were raised there on a commercial scale, for both food and skin.

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This is part of the holiday makers area, with amusements, cafes, a pub and several caravan parks nearby.The tide was right in, but there is sand under there! The bright beach huts are a fairly recent addition. In the 1970’s there were hundreds of traditional beach huts down here behind the beach.

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I can’t remember them though, I was an east of the Exe girl and still am, you know how much I love Exmouth!

I hope you enjoyed my walk. It’s either one day late or six days early for Jo’s Monday Walk  but I’m never on time!

It may be December but . . .

. . . it’s still autumn here in the gentle south west of England, so you wont’ find any snow flakes yet.

At the weekend, I went strolling through the graveyard kicking at the leaves.

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Looking skywards towards russet, greengold and naked tree tops

Beech leaves were at my feet
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Oak was at eye and ankle level
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I turned back the way I came and this little beauty was along the path
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and as if there wasn’t already enough magic
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an extra gift of treasure.

This is my first go at a Monday walk for Jo, find her here in Hartlepool,
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