This is my walk in reverse. I didn't go far - just up to the junction and back. The river is dropping back to usual autumn levels, though it's been up and down with all the rain we've had.
I quite liked the foreground in this, with the river hurling itself seawards behind the ferns.
Betony, still blooming in October.
Above - our version of Nessie!! This tree has been jammed in the bottom of the river for several years now. Below - the sheep that was washed down in the flood before last - it's been there about 8 or 9 days now, gradually blowing up with gas .. .
It was about this point that I felt a leaf fall on my hair. I put up a hand to waft it off - and was promptly stung by a bee on my scalp. My golly gosh it HURT. Fortunately I had already asked Tam to come and pick me up at the bottom of our hill as I didn't want to push my luck after being off colour all week. When we got in she looked up bee sting on Mr Google, removed the sting (on my hairline) with a credit card, and then it was washed with soap and water, had a cold compress on and I took an anti-histamine and some painkillers. I know, it sounds like I'm a right baby! I shall never understand these people who have deliberate bee-venom injections for medical reasons . . . they must be tougher than me.
It has finally calmed down now but occasionally primps itself up and it feels like I've been stung all over again. I feel sorry for the bee, as they die once they sting, but it shouldn't go about doing leaf impressions . . .
