After quite breezy weather, some of which was ideal for sailing, there’s a quiet interlude. A chilly but light northerly airstream flows over the country but is almost non existent here, this morning. We went to Dell Quay for a ramble round the fields to the south which were strangely deserted and very peaceful without the breeze.
It didn’t look like that had been the case over the weekend as the farm gates were locked to prevent cars entering, perhaps they’d had some unwelcome visitors as this was the first time we’d seen this.
Over the past week significant efforts had been made to trim the hedges, cut back the undergrowth and thin out the Copse. Suddenly the landscape looked rather bare compared with the lush growth that had been so obvious only a few weeks ago (or so it seemed!) Clearly more measures were in hand to fence off the paths from productive land as substantial posts were strategically placed around the edges of the field
which had been made of old electricity poles, the markings were still on them.
The harbour was very still with almost perfect reflections of the moored yachts in the mirror like water; hardly a ripple anywhere. It seemed almost devoid of wildfowl or waders from a distance although as we neared the pub half a dozen Redshanks noisily rose and flew off.
Along the shoreline, just above the strand line were these oyster shells. Some enterprising and ambitious Bird had made a meal of this one with both halves split apart showing nothing but the pearly white
interior. It’s interesting evidence that there are at least some oysters left in the harbour.
Few flowers were making their presence felt either, only some clumps of Ox Eyed Daisies on a patch of set aside were noticeable amongst the scruffy grass. The whole area had that feel of oncoming winter, that it was becoming dormant in preparation for cold times ahead.