I didn’t realise the metric system was so wide spread, once English is spoken in the same amount of countries we Brits can claim one-all with the French.
Warm, wet and windy. I loved it. At times it was silent, as if the wind was taking a rest to let the birds have a go for a while.
I don’t know much about birds but as I often walk near reserves and carry a map people mistake me for an ornithologist. I know what a crow looks like, a magpie, a wren, a black bird and a Kestrel because I have seen Kes, the film. I can point to a bird and say “seagull” but as to which kind of Gull I cannot say.
Another bird I know, or think I know, is the House Martin as each spring they nested under the gutter of our Cotswold home. Although I didn’t manage to get much usable footage I have a clip of a bird that certainly looks like and flies like they do. They occasionally dived toward the river shore, perhaps feeding.
I took a photo of something I think is a Canadian Goose. I don’t know why I think that, I just do, here it is:
Are these Canadian Geese?
Cows, Sheep, Pigs and big fat furry brown Caterpillars the only life other than the birds and dog walkers.
One cow stood her ground, mooed and begrudgingly shifted slowly backward down the slope so I could get by.
I would have willingly walked around her, after all this is her place not mine. She showed character and a delightful curiosity and reminded me of my time on farms as a teenager.
A walk from Hollesley Bay along Orford Haven by the River Ore then around Lower Gull and past Boyton Dock up the Butley River then through countryside past Butleyferry Farm, through Capel St Andrew, over The Tang past Boyton, around the Prison and sharp left at Dum-boy cottage and back to Shingle Street.
Ordnance Survey Map for the Shingle Street to Butley Ferry Walk.