It was a much nicer morning than the forecast had been promising, so we headed across town to Abbots Pool, which is just over the border in North Somerset. Although I've lived in Bristol all my life, I'd never been there before, so it was new territory for all of us.
- Deborah Harvey Poetry
- Bristol , United Kingdom
- I am co-director of the Leaping Word Poetry Consultancy, which provides advice for poets on writing, editing and publishing, as well as qualified counselling support for those exploring personal issues in their work - https://theleapingword.com. My fifth poetry collection, Learning Finity, is now available from Indigo Dreams or directly from me.
Thursday, 9 December 2021
A walk at Abbots Pool
The focus of any walk through the small wood at Abbots Pool is ... well, the pool, which was used as a fish farm by mediaeval monks. These days it's a nature reserve. Dogs aren't allowed in the pool, but there's no danger Cwtch would even try, such is her dislike of water.
The Northerner and Cwtch by the boathouse
The top of the cascade
... aghast at the loud and bolshy ducks