After all Saturday's 'fun', I was filled with the usual woe of dipping [Again. I really dislike Kumlien's Gulls*].
A nice amble with the Folks, Sister the Even Younger, and both Hounds Of Dooooom [well, slobber at least] about Yarner seemed like a good idea.
Lookit;
Tree Ferns
Tree branches
Quoth the Raven;
"Damn mossies.."
Wood Ants!
Industrial archaeology!
Yarner Copper Mine
[slightly disused]
Granite tramway
Yes, as in 'the rails are granite'. This is close to mile marker 5, btw. The railway [why not call it that?] ran from the quarries near Hay Tor and Holwell Tor [just down from Emsworthy on the right, go look next time you're there] down to the Stover Canal [and thence down Teign to Teignmouth]. There's a trail that follows it, the Templar Way [named for rich people, not crusaders, btw], marked with little orange and black badges.
After that little aside, I suppose a few birds are in order. Marsh Tits showed well again, but they were the highlight [well, nice if brief Grey Wag at the ex-pond hide]. A Green Woodpecker yaffled and a GSW drummed [once, very briefly], the usual tits and so on sang.
We got rained and sunned on, but the latter when we stopped for coffee and japflacks [which is the important bit].
Be Seeing You...
[[* "It wasn't one", you say? Still counts as a dip, says I. ]]
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