In 1906 Edith Holden started a Diary, now known as ‘The Country Diary Of An Edwardian Lady’. In it, she observed Natures cycle through the months of the year, writing simply about the weather, the birds, the flowers and the natural world around her. All the pages are beautifully ornamented with her original artwork and favourite poems. In this Blog, I’m going to try to emulate her Diary in a modern way. For a start, this is a blog on a computer, not pen and ink lovingly written on paper! However, I hope that the end result will have some similarities, in that I want to capture day by day, month by month the steady rhythm of Nature through the year. For although our 21st century lives are hectic, chaotic, noisy and deafened by electronics, the beat of the natural world, which is the backdrop to all our lives whether we notice it or not, remains ever the same. So take a sedate, gentle and steady-paced journey with me through the next year, observing the natural world. Our way of life may have changed almost beyond recognition since 1906, but nature is doing what it always has done, the cycle of nature remains constant and reassuringly predictable. In that respect, nothing has changed. ‘ No Winter lasts forever; no Spring skips its turn.’ (Hal Borland)
Wednesday, 8 January 2014
January 3rd and 4th.
Travelled down through a very stormy West Country to the Cornish Coast. Lots of flooded ground on the way, especially the Somerset Levels. The whole West coast, from Scotland and Northern England down through Wales and into Devon and Cornwall is being battered by fierce Winter storms and combined with the high Spring tide is creating storm surges that are flooding coastal areas and the flat lands around. The Usk valley has escaped the worst fortunately, although the flood plains around the brooks and river are inundated with water, the surrounding villages have had little damage.
Stayed in Falmouth, which being on the east side of the peninsula is offering a calm haven for sea animals and boats alike. The bay off Gyllyngvase beach was full of sea birds- huge rafts of Shags, several hundred of them, resting in the calmer waters joined by razor bills, little auks and Great Northern Divers.
Also walked along the banks of the Helford estuary which had Egrets, Herons, Red-shanks and Green-shanks busily feeding in the mud, and some Shell ducks who were sifting through the mud with their large flat beaks.