The rhythmic wooden thud, of oar on thole pin, drifts across the salt marsh.
A rowing gig manoeuvres her way, deftly, between the close packed Northney marina pontoons.
I have followed a rose hip lined path, out onto Hayling Island’s North Common.
Leaving Stargazer snug on her berth. Hood up, to ward off the 'purple rain,' from swirling flocks of, blackberry gorged migratory birds, preparing for their long winter passage south. Favouring yacht rigging as a roost.
Soon I am out, amid the meandering rivulets, which wind their sinuous way through the sedge. Down to the Emsworth Channel.
Shoulder high teasel heads stand high above twined and tangled blackberry bushes.
A pleasantly cooling breeze whispers across scrub, marsh and estuary waters alike. The only sound to be heard.
Lovely post Doug, the rhythmic sound of the gig oars it quite something. Reminds me of Row Her On from the album Church On The Beach Recorded at St Agnes church by Full of Noises free stream here https://fullofnoises.bandcamp.com/album/church-on-the-beach if your interested perfect for a boater. Love the way the last track ends with closing of the church door…
ReplyDeleteHayling Island I’ve read the old branch line was a gem. I’m sure it was and often fancied a visit to see what’s left. I’ve seen photos of the old swing bridge and a signal post missing it’s arms.
Purple rain made me smile oh the cleaning!
Cheers
Ade
Glad that you enjoyed it, Ade.
DeleteThere is a bridle way, which I believe, follows the old branch line track bed, running the length of Hayling Island, along the western shore. An enjoyable walk.
Today’s post will have something in the signal line for you!
Thanks Doug.
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