I can think of no better way to start than with a picture of Marcia and Jossie on the banks of the River Tamar.
Looking down river towards Plymouth, the picture offers ample evidence that there are marshes on the Tamar.
This in one of the small quays that have been built up and down the river over the ages. This is further up the river and the banks here are quite wooded. Our sea garden would have been larger and surrounded by reed beds.
There is surprisingly very little traffic upstream of Cargreen.
Marcia loves these moody rather dreamy photographs
Then there are some wonderful reflections.
This photograph show why. At low tide the River Tamar is confined by mud banks and so is quite narrow. These mud banks are huge so as the tide rises or falls everything happens so slowly that the virtually undisturbed water acts as a superb mirror. However, as you can see, there is a strip over where the yachts are moored in the main channel where that is not true.
It helps if there some really wonderful clouds to add to the scene. It is more or less full tide and so the whole river is now acting as a mirror: not for long. Maybe ten minutes depending on how much rain has fallen recently: the more rain the shorter the time scale.
Because I love the interplay of light on water, I have taken quite a few pictures that fall into that category. This is but one such.By the bank there is no more than a couple of inches and at the top of the picture perhaps six.
Of course, when the tide is out a river of this size exposes an awful lot of mud.
It would seem that this mud is not very fertile: there is no sign of the flocks of small waders you would expect in this environment although this pair of shelduck seem to be residents and . . .
. . . this white egret is usually to be seen – not that he looks white in most of my photographs..
These charming little herons – they are of the same family – arrived here not that long ago and fish in a completely different way from their larger cousins. They are nearly always gently patrolling a patch of mud where the water depth is no more than four inches. I assume that every time their bill dives into the water they are catching something but by the time they have raised their heads that somethig is no longer visible.
I don’t know whether you would agree but there is something jaunty and cheeky about this bird as it goes on its way.
Now we are in Cargreen on the opposite side of the river.
This from Cargreen looking over the river towards The Sea Garden which would on the extreme right of the picture.
One of the plants that thrives in this environment is one of the many varieties of spindle tree (I could never find out which). Here Marcia holds a bunch so that you see what it’s like. It was called the spindle tree because it produces very straight and fine-grained twigs ideal for using as spindles.
And finally the sun begins to set and it is time to go home,