Nice detail the weather vane on top of the club house.
Apparently the club was first names Emsworth Mud Slippers Sailing Club when it was officially formed in 1921, not sure those heels would have been all that good for walking out on the mud flats.
Nice detail the weather vane on top of the club house.
Apparently the club was first names Emsworth Mud Slippers Sailing Club when it was officially formed in 1921, not sure those heels would have been all that good for walking out on the mud flats.
Fungi growing on an old oak, no idea if it's edible, probably someone will say it's a rare delicacy, but I don't have the experience and am not taking any chances.
Further down the path, fallen acorns crunching under foot as we walk past the donkey fields.
The summer flourish is over. Everything changing and starting to wind down to winter
We took kayaks upriver and under the low road bridge at Botley Mill to explore the furthest navigable parts of the Hamble.
It was clearly a daring trip with ever present dangers.
An almost French feel to the river as it skirts the old Botley Mill and a bridge that I had no idea existed, note to self must get up and explore on foot.
The very top of the channel the river disappears into a tiny stream, presumably that's the point where fresh water is running down into the tidal river.
And finally our destination the famous Botley falls, not exactly Niagra.