26th July 2025, forecast is for it to get out kinda hot in the afternoon so we decide if we walk alongside Breydon Water we’ll catch a cooling breeze. Please, join us
26th July 2025
Between town and Breydon lies a fen-like area and every year as I pass that combination of golden rod and silvery grey poplar 🔼 I’m struck by the contrast. Same too with the juxtaposition 🔽 of common fleabane and purple loosestrife. It’s as if Nature is an artful colourist.
26th July 2025
Then the sun, freed from the trees, adds its own artful touches 🔽
26th July 2025
26th July 2025
The bridge 🔼 marks the start of Breydon Water, prior to that it’s the confluence of the rivers Bure and Yare. And we hadn’t factored in the possible mist. Hmm, not such a bright and clear day after all 🔽 and pretty soon it feels like we’re walking through a sauna
26th July 2025
26th July 2025
This pair of photos are 🔼 to north and 🔽 to south, saltmarsh and grazing marsh. Some of the oldest drainage channels still follow the twists and turns cut by the former creeks when this area was all saltmarsh, before the drainage began in earnest early in C19th
26th July 2025
26th July 2025
Time was – not so long ago, but before Covid – when the cattle and horses grazed right up to Breydon Wall. These fences and gates 🔼 remain, unrepaired, damaged due to the sudden rise of runners and cyclists who used this path during those lockdown months.
26th July 2025
Cattle, grazing, 🔼 looking towards the village of Burgh Castle and 🔽 looking towards the industrial edge of town.
26th July 2025
26th July 2025
I know, I know, you’d like to dabble your feet in that water 🔼 Take my advise and don’t. I fell in one of the drains once and had to walk home dripping wet. Maybe not so bad? I stank worse than a sewer rat! 🔽 Reedmace, I always get excited when I see these poking up through the reeds
26th July 2025
Off Breydon Wall, onto the farmer’s marsh tracks 🔽 and the humidity is debilitating. So, one fleet look back, then I tuck the camera away and concentrate on getting through to the village where we’ve promised ourselves a pub-lunch
26th July 2025
Hope you enjoyed. Don’t forget to check out Tuesday Treats and Friday Fliers
crispina kemp 
Dear Crispina, the pictures are all double today, not a problem though, cause they are all nice.
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I know, some weeks there’s not the variety. This is the drawback of using four pics instead of just the one
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We only see beautiful scenery and don’t experience the heat, humidity or the smell. Thanks for sharing.
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The smell at this season mostly comes from the plants, though when the tide’s out, the mud’s exposed, and the sun bakes it, it can get a bit pongy! More noticeable and iconic are the bird calls
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Birds mostly sound musical
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Waders, they mostly make a piping call (black marsh piping, according to the poetic me)
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So wonderful
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🥰
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Very interesting narrative and lovely photos!
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Thank you, Frank. Time was I did this walk probably on a monthly basis. But now I don’t live so close, so it’s less frequent. I always enjoy it, summer, winter, autumn, spring. Maybe I enjoy winter best 🥰
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We just call Reedmace- cattails- they are lovely and I don’t believe I have ever seen them growing wild. This was a beautiful stroll from my vantage point!
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Thank you, Violet. In days gone by we Brits called them bull-rushes. But of course, they’re not
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An enjoyable walk Crisp, … from beginning to end loved it and your photos, …💫
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Thank you, Penn. I regret I couldn’t invite you to join us for lunch at the end 😂
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Awww, …and here’s me celebrating my Birthday, …🥂🥂🥂🥂… cheers my friend, ..💙
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Happy Birthday, Penn ✨
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