Camel Trail
(looking at the painting by Lucy Davies…)
I have walked that trail
And peered through foliage
And blossom, frowning
To spy upon an oystercatcher, an egret,
A plover, or a curlew wading,
Or to watch the Doom Bar rise at low tide,
Like a bulk, a hulk, a surfacing whale…
I have strolled that jaunt
And reached the distant bridge
Past trees and hedges, straining
To spy upon a heron, a sandpiper,
A bar-tailed godwit, or a redshank digging,
Or to marvel at Rock, whose dunes reside
Across the estuary, a childhood haunt…
Pete Ray
June 2019
I have added some of my images taken in the same area as illustrated by the artist.
CURLEW... |
The picture of the young gannet was special, for the creature appeared to have become lost, tired and disorientated, yet it allowed me to get close.
YOUNG GANNET... |
It wasn’t injured and presumably it gathered enough strength to take off and return to the sea…
The Camel Trail of course, was once a railway line, heading from Padstow towards Wadebridge…
ROCK... |
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