We are once again on dog sitting duty, this time for a King Charles spaniel called Ollie, while his owners are swanning around Venice in a gondola for a week.
Combined with a gorgeous sunny spring day, this was the perfect excuse to get out and take some photos, walking Ollie down to our favourite wildfowl reserve and then making our way down the small river tributary (I believe it’s the Caen) that leads into the Taw estuary.
The Tarka Trail offers sweeping views out across the Taw wetlands, along the flat fields of the river valley between Chivenor and Braunton…
…the wild flowers proliferate in the hedgerows, the buzzing of insects and bird song fills the air, spring sunshine bathes everything in warmth, and new growth is visible everywhere..
…and of course I can never resist a bridge.
Follow the river under the bridge at Wrafton, along the gorse-lined path that overlooks more of the flatlands on the estuary..
…and you reach a landscape of marooned boats, stranded by the low tide..
…the peace only broken by a rescue helicopter from the nearby Marine base flying training exercises.
Retracing our steps, we crossed the Tarka Trail and made our way upstream passing more spring flowers, (and another stone bridge) in the dappled shade beneath the trees lining the riverbank.
A very pleasant way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
I’m writing this as the sun prepares to set on the weekend, but I’m going to cheat a little and end on shot of a sunset that I took at home earlier in the week, just in case tonight’s isn’t quite so good.
If you enjoy accompanying us on our sojourns into the beautiful countryside of the West Country, then I’m sure you will be equally at home in the company of restlessjo (Johanna Bradley) on one of her Monday Walks.
Here is her latest post.
Why not join her on…
A Saltburn Stroll.