“The river was quite fast and as it dropped the boat was carried rapidly between a high clay bank on the outside of the bend and the shingle on the inside. I used the oars to keep us in the middle of the current as we moved past grazing cows high above us on the bank and wooded hangers on the slopes, on down towards the mouth of the river. At the estuary there were wide sands and mudflats. On one side a wooded hill rose from the rocks along the beach, on the other distant cottages. It was a day of early mists and building heat as we pulled the boat onto the sands and ran out a long rope and an anchor. We took the dark path through arched branches and out onto high rocky ground above the meeting where the Taf and the Towy and the Burry Inlet enter Carmarthen Bay. Hot air hazed Whitford point and Worms Head to the south. Gorse was in blossom. It almost always is, but it smells best with the sun on it, and best of all when there are butterflies and grasshoppers and suddenly around a bend a young fox.
A very enjoyable double helping. From the Countryside Insider himself and his fine writing again from Caught By The River. A bit like having your cake and eating it too.
Also brought to mind my first deep-sea trip. On lookout on the foc’sle head watching in amazement as the bow wave lit up as we ploughed through tropical water at about seven or 8 knots - a bit of an old rust bucket!
A very enjoyable double helping. From the Countryside Insider himself and his fine writing again from Caught By The River. A bit like having your cake and eating it too.
Also brought to mind my first deep-sea trip. On lookout on the foc’sle head watching in amazement as the bow wave lit up as we ploughed through tropical water at about seven or 8 knots - a bit of an old rust bucket!
I always enjoy your comments. Thank you.
Evocative and beautifully written. I so enjoy reading your work, thank you!