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From Saltash

We went canoeing from Weir Quay the other day, but the light was not very good for taking photos.  There's a nice slipway and it's not too muddy.  We saw some egrets.  That's about it really.

Then today we went to Saltash, which was a bit daring of us: so far we have only gone out on the upper river, but Saltash is very nearly the seaside, down where there are speedboats and warships.  The seaside bit means that you can launch at low tide without getting completely covered in mud, but sharing the water with so many other watercraft is a little alarming.

Pp looking very intrepid, about to set off:

It was hard work paddling out against the wind and the tide, so I didn't take any photos until we had rounded the corner of the Saltash shoreline into the wide mouth of the River Lynher.  So, no photo of the seal we saw catching fish, or of the jellyfish.   You can just see in the photo below that we had come into calmer water, sheltered from the wind.   We went on past that boat, which had a bicycle on it.  A chap came out and exchanged barely-audible greetings with us: he had a definite air of being in permanent residence.   Lovely place to live at this time of year.

We fled the wind and paddled off up Forder Creek, under the viaduct that carries the main railwayline into Cornwall.  That's Trematon Castle on the hill behind, where Sir Francis Drake reportedly stashed his ill-gotten treasure.

We had intended to go further up the Lynher, but the headwind was a bit too much for us, so we turned back into the Tamar and back towards Brunel's Tamar Bridge, which also carries the railway into Cornwall.  As Pp said, it's not surprising it took them a while to bring the railway into Cornwall, they had to build so. many. viaducts...

Speaking of which, we took a detour on the way back and dipped into this creek under, yes, yet another railway viaduct.  A couple were having a little bonfire on the bank here.  We were a bit too far away to see if they were cooking something or if it was just a random fire, but if they had been fishing, they would have had lots of choice.  The creek was humming with fishes here.  No wonder the seal was hanging about.

When we got back to the beach, it was not quite high tide, so we decided to nip across the Tamar and explore along the Devon side a little.   No photos of us crossing the river, because it was a bit alarming crossing, with all the yachts and motorboats coming and going.   We adopted a strategy of lurking behind a moored boat until there was a gap, then making a dash for it across the channel.

 It must have worked, because here is some Devon.  I photographed this particularly because I was impressed with the laundry hoisted high on pulleys, which is not something you see much nowadays.

Looking back across the river, we could see the Cornish Cross up on the hillside.   Pp considers this in some obscure way to belong to him, because he did  some vital paperwork for it.

And back to the shore, to find a terrifying waiting committee of swans (they can break your arm, you know!)

But we escaped the swans with our arms unbroken, and went home, feeling somewhat stiff and salty.



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29th Aug, 2016 22:58 (UTC)
There are quite a lot of swans here but they are not much trouble. Being chased by geese however has become a daily routine for me.
31st Aug, 2016 08:26 (UTC)
*Mental image of geese all checking their watches in order to make sure they are lying in wait ready when topum goes past*
30th Aug, 2016 02:07 (UTC)
Beautiful photo set, beautiful text, thank you. If there supposed to be some voting, I´d vote for the first photo, the one with John Silver.
31st Aug, 2016 08:27 (UTC)
Perhaps I should get him a parrot... :-D

(I think he might object if I tried to remove a leg for greater resemblance though :-D)
31st Aug, 2016 15:25 (UTC)
Well, he might, unless you ask very-very nicely (a proper man could be bribed by a glass of rum). And one of your dogs could sit on the left shoulder and bark "pieces of eight!". It could be Rosie, she has this vertical elegance in her.
30th Aug, 2016 15:31 (UTC)
We have many geese here in MN (although not as many as at one time, before some avian plague ran rampant through the goose herds (personally I feel that "squabble" is a better plural noun for geese, rather than "flock")) and reduced them to a much more manageable* size. Geese are bothersome. Geese are the teen hoodlums of the waterfowl world, only aggressive in groups. Swans are the Hell's Angels of waterfowl.

*meaning that the DNR no longer needed their program off addling eggs in the nests to keep them from hatching
31st Aug, 2016 08:28 (UTC)
We don't seem to see very many geese here : certainly not enough for them to form gangs of hoodlums!
6th Sep, 2016 20:21 (UTC)
Before the aforementioned avian plague, there were SO MANY geese, mostly lurking in parks with ponds, golf courses, and the grounds of company headquarters with decorative fountains in their catch-ponds. Apparently they like the short grass because it offers no place for predators to hide, but it meant that many of the local lakes were closed for swimming due to goose contamination, the paths in said parks were covered with goose poop, and you kind of didn't want to walk the paths anyway because you'd be accosted by gangs of hostile Canada geese.
30th Aug, 2016 18:13 (UTC)
That sounds quite intrepid - dealing with tides and headwinds and motorboats & all...

But ooh, lovely shots of viaducts from the water!
31st Aug, 2016 08:33 (UTC)
I felt we were being quite intrepid! Mind you, we have a role reversal situation when it comes to the canoe: usually I am the one who takes stupid risks and Pp is the one who frets about them.

But when it comes to the sea, a childhood sailing a dingy among tidal mudflats has left me extremely risk-averse, liable to cries of 'but the tide will carry us out to sea and then tip us out and we will never be seen again!!!' Basically I like to be within easy swimming distance of the shore, which is not always feasible. But creeks under viaducts offer nice sheltered canoeing. I feel safer lurking near a viaduct :-D
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