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Looooooong walk. Many photos

Nothing urgent to do today, so I decided to take the hounds to look for bluebells.

We found some wild garlic. Brythen already looking a bit oppressed, because he doesn't like insects, and it is now warm enough that there are buzzing things about.  I shall have to see if I can fin some sort of repellent that he can wear, I think, it's sad to see him not enjoying his walk.  :-(

These cottages are pretty, but I mostly like them for their very sensible Hobbit name: New Houses.   Given them, presumably, a hundred or so years ago, when they were new.

We headed up through Comfort Wood.  It was comfortably warm, but there were no bluebells.   (There were a couple of what I now discover were medieval mine adits and a spoilheap, but alas, they were so buried in foliage that I didn't recognise them as Random Mines.  Oh well.  Being medieval, there doesn't seem to be any other record of them except that they existed.

Comfort wood used to be a market garden area, and there are still strays from the old gardens among the woods.  This is my absolute favorite narcissus, the Pheasant's Eye narcissus, growing wild beside a stream.  I should get some Pheasant's eye narcissus for the garden, it occurs to me.

Out of Comfort Wood, and up the route of the old carriage track towards Newton Farm.  A sign proudly declared that an avenue of historic cherry trees had been planted, but I have to say that I did not notice the flowering cherries, so much as the ENORMOUS cages that had been built to protect them.  Normally this field has horses in it, so I suppose the cages need to be quite tall to protect the trees

But today, there were no horses, only sheep.  I was impressed by how confident the sheep were and lingered taking photos of them...

Until I turned around and discovered that one of the sheep was not just confident, so much as over-confident, and had come cheerfully up to poke her nose at the dogs.  She was so close to me that I accidentally photographed her bottom as I grabbed the dogs harnesses, worried that they would leap on her.

Fortunately, our sheep training practice payed off.   Neither dog barked or lunged or tried to bite Madam Overfriendly. In fact, Rosie seemed to like her and they kissed noses and did side by side sniffing, as if Madam Overfriendly had been a big dog!   Brythen was less happy, he thought she was Just Too Close and so I had to take him swiftly away.

Finally some bluebells! But Brythen still not very happy, for there were bees.

I like the shape of this little oak tree in the hedge, with the hills of Dartmoor in the distance.

This field was empty, so it was time for Rosie to do some zooming about.

Good view of the odd little triangular tower from here.    I've spent years walking in this area and never seeing the tower except in the extreme distance, but recently, I took an unexpected turning and ended up in front of it.  Since then, it has suddenly become much less shy, and keeps popping up all over the place.

Rosie Doing Recall.  And poor Brythen worrying that the spots on his feet might be flies...

So THIS is where all the bluebells were hiding!  Here in the Danescombe valley, bluebell season is in full swing : it seems strange that Comfort Wood in the next combe up the valley is stll firmly in the time of the narcissus.

At this point, I felt that we'd probably been walking long enough (we had been out perhaps three hours) and should make our way home.  Rosie disagreed.   I had to persuade her that it really was time to go home now...

Poor loyal Brythen. 'Please can we go home now...?'

Back past the house - Cotehele is partly medieval, partly Tudor, and since it now belongs to the National Trust, dogs are forbidden to approach.  Fortunately, there's a public footpath that goes right in front of it, and anyone can walk a public footpath, whether human or canine.

All they can do is fence us in, and nobody can stop us peering over the fences at the view and admiring the gardens.

Back down to the quay (this area is all dog-friendly, hurray!) and the old Tamar barge Shamrock was having a bit of a party.  They were selling raffle tickets to buy her a set of sails.  I hadn't realised she did not have any, poor old girl, but I suppose that her original set would be very definitely worn out by now.   She was built in 1899.


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1st May, 2016 01:50 (UTC)
Microclimates are weird.
1st May, 2016 10:42 (UTC)
They really are. So many microclimates along a steep river valley, I find them endlessly entertaining....
1st May, 2016 02:21 (UTC)
I wonder if a fly mask might help Brythen feel better - he might still hear the buzzy critters, but it'd keep them out of his ears and eyes and nose. The only one I'm seeing made for dogs (in a very cursory quick search) kinda looks like a loose bag made of fine mesh that is lightly shaped to fit a dog's head. I was expecting something more like a horse's fly mask to be available, but that doesn't seem to be the case.
1st May, 2016 07:38 (UTC)
I don't think it would cover enough. It was not a fly-infested sort of day and I doubt any of the flies came close enough to touch him. I noticed a couple of bees and the odd small black flying creature, there were no horseflies or anything biting, and certainly not the clouds of insects that you get around horses sometimes.

It's a real phobia with Brythen, he only has to see a fly at a distance and he starts to fret, and then it is as if he can't forget about it, he just worries until he can go home and feel safe. :-/
1st May, 2016 02:48 (UTC)
You managed to persuade bluebells to consent to be photograped! *is jealous*

Poor fly-oppressed Brythen. He really does look like a Sad Dog.
1st May, 2016 07:52 (UTC)
There were bits of the walk he enjoyed, but you can't do a walk that long running all the time, and as soon as he starts walking, he gets worried...

Yes! Bluebells! I'm sure there were more in real life than in the photos, but there were so many that even with the usual habit of wildflowers of shuffling off to the sides, I managed to get a goodly number in the picture...
1st May, 2016 05:00 (UTC)
Lovely photos.
1st May, 2016 10:42 (UTC)
1st May, 2016 09:31 (UTC)
I like old new things - I remember being in the Neustadt of some German town which was maybe 300 or 400 years old, with a friend who was laughing at it for being even older than Edinburgh's new town - but as I pointed out, she lives in Newcastle :)

And I like the poor boat with no sails.

Do you mind if I friend you? I enjoy reading about your walks, and I'm in love with poor sad Brythen!
1st May, 2016 10:41 (UTC)
So many old new things. And yet, I still have to stop and think before naming folders on my computer with a name like Somethingorother_new. :-D

By all means! It appears we also share an interest in cats that say 'Wong'. :-D
1st May, 2016 12:59 (UTC)
Poor Brythen, that looks like a lovely walk, such a shame he only enjoyed bits of it.
1st May, 2016 15:44 (UTC)
So many lovely pictures! So many wildflowers in one picture!!
1st May, 2016 22:40 (UTC)
I love these.
2nd May, 2016 16:35 (UTC)
Oh bluebells! We don't get them until summer here!

Poor Brythen, he really looks unhappy with insects!
4th May, 2016 09:41 (UTC)
Beautiful! Does this little tower have a name?
Yeah, poor Brythen.
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