A glorious Day indeed.

I was right. Today has been a glorious day.
With temperatures up into double figures, we decided to forgo our walk in the woods and head for the river instead.

riverBird Sanctuary end

We haven’t been here for about a year, but surprisingly the journey didn’t seem as long as I remembered. Our reasons for not going has been nothing to do with distance though. When the wind’s been blowing as it has been, it’s bloody cold no matter how many layers of clothing we’re wearing!

There were only 2 cars in the car park when we arrived, and the first things we noticed were 2 new gates leading into one enclosure.
As there was a walker coming from the Nature Reserve side with a rather large white dog of uncertain breed and temperament pulling hard on a lead, we decided to go along the river bank in the opposite direction towards The Memorial.

memorialWe passed a group of three people on our way, but other than that, saw no-one else at all.
Sadly, we didn’t see many birds either, just one cormerant and a very large white heron.
The dog was in her element. It had been so long since she had sniffed these particular blades of grass, she was giving them the full treatment and reintroducing them all to her nose.

About half a mile along the bank there is a cottage. It’s close to the pumping station, but if it had been for sale, we would have been very interested. It is high up on the bank with views way across the river and out towards the estuary. Hubby could have had his little boat from the small jetty (currently overgrown) and we could have shut ourselves away from everyone and everything.
With only the boats going to and from the port, birds and perhaps the occasional walker, it’s a true haven of peace and tranquility. Lovely.

As the water slapped against the exposed mud flats, the sun beat down on us and we hoped that the breeze would blow away all of our cold bugs. We have been suffering with what I can only describe as ‘boomerang flu’ as we are both on our second dose of it, into our third week, and 4th toilet roll. The soft aloe balm tissues ran out some time ago.
We took a slightly different path back to the car, climbing up another bank which overlooked a drainage ditch and open fields. In the far distance, we could see the docks , church spire and one or two solitary houses.
The fields had been recently plowed, showing soil rich and dark ready for sowing.

It was so peaceful and quiet.
It was amazing the amount of paper and plastic that had been whipped up from the river, shredding as they were blown across and up the banks,  into the waiting arms of the trees and hedgerows.
Bullrushes, with their soft fluffy heads and slender stems waved at us from an inland pool, sadly devoid of ducks today.

bullrushesBy the time we got back to the car park, we were totally alone.
We felt like intruders as in the silence,  all you could hear were our footsteps.


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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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