In a hurry

to try out my new camera, I took a stroll along the riverbank

And yes that is my shadow, in the last of the summer sunshine.

 

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Patience

I spend a lot of time just walking along the banks of the river (Great Ouse) during my lunch breaks and on the odd occasion or two a quick evening stroll before I make the mad dash home through the traffic. Always carrying a camera of some sort I get to take a lot of photographs of swans, geese (mainly Canada geese) ducks, the resident cormorants and of course the herons.

I find herons fascinating birds, they are so patient, waiting for the right moment, then quick as a flash they have caught their supper.

 

Where one Canada goose, the rest follows…..  They graze constantly, then one after another they synchronize their dive into the river, swimming across to see if someone sitting on the opposite bank has something for them.

The swans of course just glide up and down the river

Meet up for a quick chat (and a bite to eat)

Pop over to see what others are having for lunch

and then its Homeward Bound

 

 

Just another Day

For a walk around a Local Nature Reserve (LNR)

No visitor centres, no other people. Just Nature!

Alas no sounds of yellow-hammers singing about bread and no cheese.
Just the alarm calls of the pheasants and other ground nesting birds as I ventured too close to them on my walk.

It the distance I could hear……….. the roar of a train as it hurtled along the tracks.

In seconds it was gone.

Peace at last

After along walk around the meadow (always following the paths laid out)

I returned to my starting point, collecting only memories and photos.

 

A Walk on the Wildside

This weekend I took a short walk along a country road.

As the cars whizzed by I took the time to look around me, to see what is missed when you travel by car.

A Soft Day

My grandmother, and mother would have called today ‘A Soft Day’ It’s been raining on and off all day, more of a drizzle than showers.  The wind has died down, the temperature has dropped but it is not cold.  The sun is hidden behind the low clouds.  If you listen carefully you can hear birds singing.  Not the vibrant songs of last week, just the calls to one another. A solitary cat walks into my garden, no longer looking for shade.

As a youngster on holiday in Ireland, we would often experience ‘A Soft Day’  I would spend the day sitting at the front door of my grandparents cottage, on the little step (my grandparents lived in identical cottages’ sometimes reading the latest Enid Blyton book I had purchased in Woolworths in Clonmel (paying the taxes that bumped up the price by 6d) as I had read all the books I had brought with me.  Or filling in countless notebooks with short stories about children who climbed over the dry stone walls and met up with Leprechauns, Banshees and Pookas.

It was on days like this I could let my imagination run wild!

Funnily enough, today I have found my self sitting in the shelter of the doorway to my house, as soft rain quietly falls around me, wondering what could be behind the moss covered stone wall – letting my imagination run and jump wildly in the air. Maybe I will go and have a look!

 

 

 

Keeping Cool

I could watch a heron fishing all day.  They have so much patience.

and then in a flash

They take flight

A Long Sunday Walk

Today I embarked on a long Sunday morning walk, before it got too hot!
My walk took me along a bridleway, and after a few minutes the sound of traffic  with the sound of birdsong.

Butterflies flitted from flower to flower, bees buzzed.

Horses grazed in their field

and as I looked across the fields

 

I spied this little chap

The ground is still very dry as the heatwave continues.

All in all a pleasant Sunday morning walk, meeting a few dog walkers, and the constant sound of yellowhammers  singing in the distance.