The Swale ahead. Meadow pipit here and skylark
Train journey: Catford to Teynham, via Bromley South
Journey time: Leave 9.03am, arrive 10.17am
To The Swale, that once-was river and now slip of sea between mainland Kent and the Isle of Sheppey. My first time.
It was James Massey that had me heading to these flatlands. Tweeting as
@ConyerBirdman he’d posted photos of shore lark and snow bunting, which I’d never seen, and yellowhammer, which I’d liked to have seen more of. Continue reading “Birding By Train: Conyer, The Swale”
Cloudless over Rainham Marshes
They came at dusk, their wings made rosy by the last of the sun, and coasted in a widening ellipse from above us out across the marshes and over the reeds.
Effortless they looked, almost lazy, but absolute masters of the moment. Untroubled and apart. Astonishing.
And to think I was going to go home early.
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Rainham Marshes, a place worth finding yourself
RSPB Rainham is a body of marshland at London’s Essex border.
The Dartford Crossing towers beyond its crown. Under the pylons at its flank among a clank of industrial units at the railway edge is a depot or perhaps factory for red double-decker buses.
Continue reading “Rainham Marshes – Things Remembered And Never Known”
Between Dunwich and Walberswick
Starting the day eating bacon cooked on a gas burner is one of life’s simple joys. As is brewing fresh coffee on the same.
Continue reading “Southwold Milestones And Memory (part two)”
Beach before first swim
I know the first time I remember coming to Southwold because there’s a photograph of me and Macey buried up to our necks in the sand.
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Clifftop grass and bracken
I’M not known for taking my time over a drink but even by my standards that pint of cider barely touched the sides.
As with many things, John Steinbeck’s Doc had it best in Cannery Row – the first for thirst, the second for taste. He was talking about beer but I wouldn’t bet against him developing a taste for cider if it had been readily available in hot Monterey.
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Platforms at the old Crouch Hill station
Travels With Charley by John Steinbeck is an account of a road trip the author undertakes across the US with his pet poodle, whose name informs the title.
It begins with a description of the restless spirit – the want for wandering we feel from youth and suffer into middle age and maturity. The need to be a bum sometimes.
Having decided to hit the road, Steinbeck says the bum must settle on three things. A reason for going; the route to be taken; and the means by which it will be covered.
I like this description: the bum within us wants to leave; our higher aspect seeks the reason.
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