It was a time for thinking, reading and reflecting by the Cam this morning:
This bench provided somewhere to sit.
The view down the river towards Ely was pretty good:
Some geese took their offspring across the river. As usual with geese, a creche system was in operation. They are very good at this (and the shot was deliberately underexposed because 0therwise they were really hard to see):
A great crested grebe literally popped up nearby (my telephoto was limited by the use of an iPhone for these):
A cuckoo was calling, as were wren, chiffchaff, chaffinches, great whitethroat, blackcap and others. Whilst looking for the blackcap and briefly finding it, we also found a recently fledged flock of long-tail tits - which were very cute. But there are no photos. So, have a flag iris instead:
And an early wild rose:
Meanwhile, I was revising extensively on photography and videography while deciding whether we should invest more in the work we're doing here.
Time by a river is rarely wasted.
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Looks lovely. All I would add is that ” there is nothing quite like messing about in boats”.
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But I like the silence of the riverbank disturbed only by birdsong
Sailing boats….. nice and quiet.
Accepted
No time to search for blackcaps though…..
“When I were a lad”…many years ago, as many others did I used to indulge in “quasi-fishing”…although in my case,in other words, I would repair to the riverbank with a packed lunch and all the paraphernalia associated with the serious pursuit of angling. However, catching fish was rarely high on the agenda, unless a mate or two came along as well… Often. I didn’t even bother casting a line, content just to sit and watch/listen to the water and its business, with the occasional smoke (long since abjured) to deter the midges, occasionally successfully.
Although I more often than not returned home without any material prize to show for it, I rarely felt cheated or in any way diminished…there’s just something about water which draws us back, and seems to lend an ambiance conducive to conscious and/or subconscious problem solving…whether we initially appreciate the nature and extent of any such problem or not.
I wholeheartedly commend the practice.
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Very lucky to have a small rare chalk stream that wraps around my cottage – This gives an exceptional sense of clam when sat in the garden, but can be a little bit concerning during what was a very wet past few seasons.
Chalk steams are such rare and valuable environments