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Monday, 31 August 2026

Last of the summer walks

 


Leaves have been falling since late June, and it's now much more autumnal than summery. This summer has been very difficult for a number of reasons, and although I dislike the winter dark intensely, I can't say I'm sorry to see the back of the last couple of months. 

I'm writing this listening to incessant rain, which doesn't bode well for Cwtch's long walk later but which is very much needed. 



Purdown


Blaise Castle


Collapsed ferns at Snuff Mills


Fishponds Brook


Patchway Brook


The River Trym at Badock's Wood

On the first day of the hosepipe ban here in Bristol, it rained so much the previous night that at Snuff Mills, the River Frome was bursting its banks in one or two places and the weirs were running through their winter repertoire ...



... but - we are told - it would have to rain for 90 days to replenish depleted water stocks.

As I've had to stay close to home, it's been pretty much the usual haunts, although, I did explore the Leap valley in Downend, which is hollowed by the tiny stream that gives it its name and which was new to me ... 


... and the Three Brooks nature reserve in Bradley Stoke, but both lack winding paths alongside the streams that are their arteries, and that are such a feature of walks along the River Frome (which they'll presently flow into).



Dockham ditch flowing under the M4 and about to join Patchway brook

And yes, the needs of nature have to be prioritised in these places, but if you're telling me here be kingfishers, I'd like to have a fighting chance of seeing one.

Talking of which ...


a kingfisher and its fish at Frenchay bridge ... 





Meanwhile, Cwtch and a friendly magpie had fun playing up on Purdown ... 


... and we also had a close encounter with a wren.


Other than that, the fauna we saw up close and personal was dead. 


Death also crossed over into my feather hunting activities. The season is tailing off now, and to date I've ferreted out 14 jay coverts, which matches the number I found last year. Except that last year I also came across a whole dead jay, which made a total of 48 blue coverts, only I don't really count the job lot as there's no joy in finding so many all at once. 

There were a couple of minor synchronicities - a covert found under the same tree as last year, another in the same lane as last year - but I wasn't expecting to find another jay predation (minus the bird this time).


Not all of the feathers were there, but the 34 blue coverts were. Which brings the season's total up to ... 48.
 

But as I said, only the ones found individually are to be celebrated.



I was particularly interested in this covert, from a juvenile jay. Apparently it takes some practice to achieve neat, regular barring.


I also found a green woodpecker tail feather, which I'd wanted for a long time - two, in fact, the first being dark and very tatty, the second practically perfect. 


tawny owl, buzzard, jay, goldfinch, sparrowhawk, magpie, great spotted woodpecker, great tit, ring-necked parakeet, thrush, greenfinch


CLOCKWISE from top left: carder bee, wasp nest, light emerald moth, clouded yellow butterfly

Cwtch and I also went for a walk up to Ridgeway Cemetery, which was more overgrown than ever with summer greenery. Even though I know they're there, it's always a small shock to see the headstones poking up out of bramble thickets. 



There have also been favourite trees to visit ...



cherry resin

... and lots of 'tumnal fungi. 


And finally some hoggin, though I must admit, my focus is always on feathers during the fleeting moulting season ...



... though I always feel touched that one particular path at Snuff Mills likes to remind me where I'm from every time I walk it. 



Friday, 2 January 2026

Winter walks in the dark days



Since I’m still largely confined to the settee with a painful shoulder, I might as well post some photos of local walks we took from late November to just before Christmas, when I suddenly stopped being able to drive to interesting places.

Here are some photos of Blaise Castle taken about six weeks ago, when there was still some colour clinging to the trees ...



... and here’s Badock’s Wood, a couple of miles upstream on the Trym, on a magical morning of mist and lingering leaves at the beginning of December.



Mill Tut



 Meanwhile, the wintry Frome has been running fast with flood water from copious amounts of rainfall. Luckily, Cwtch is deeply suspicious of water and very careful around it.

She doesn’t even like the section of path through Snuff Mills that always floods in winter.



the Frome from Halfpenny Bridge

I haven’t seen the heron that hangs out in Eastville Park lake for at least a couple of months, but there have been kingfishers and cormorants, so I can’t complain.


Purdown, above the Frome valley, is a good place to walk in winter when you haven't time to get muddy, and Cwtch and I have had several shiny-bright walks up there.




I haven't been able to find out what this stone on Sir John’s Lane signifies – a boundary marker, perhaps?





winter oak

Finally, a walk at Three Brooks nature reserve in Bradley Stoke on a day so bright the first wise man must have wrapped it up as a gift.  







Can spring be far behind

Finally, a reminder that even when you can't drive anywhere, the most familiar and mundane of placecan still delight you: here, starlings gate-crashing a colony of sparrows.