After a busy day helping Catherine my elder daughter to move from Grantchester to Sawston, I prepared for somewhat longer trip I would make the following day to stay for two nights in Ringmore.
Whilst down there, my youngest brother, Mike took me to the secluded beach of Ayrmer Cove, he purposely took my via higher route that was straighter and more level. From here it was possible to get a good view, beyond the grazing sheep with their attendant lambs, of Burgh Island; the island where Agatha Christie wrote some of her novels. This was so that we could walk alongside the drystone wall that when bathed in sunlight tempts the lizards and snakes from its crevices.
We were not disappointed, the warmth had indeed encouraged several female adders to venture from their lairs, some were just uncoiling, others were tightly coiled, and they seemed unperturbed by the intrusion of lenses, however as Mike had already remarked the males were very reticent, and therefore much harder to find; over the two days I only saw the tail end of one as it disappeared swiftly into the undergrowth and some shelter within the wall.
Whilst on the beach itself we were treated to some rough surf breaking against the slate rocks, and to a group of oyster catchers that flew across from one side to the other every so often. I also spotted a kestrel hovering over the valley.
On another trip towards Aveton Gifford, we walked along the Tidal Road and walked in a loop around a smallholding where there were half-a-dozen Alpaca, they seemed very aware of our presence, and barely moved any part of their bodies other than their heads. We were treated to a neighbour’s peacock who had finally taken an interest in a peahen and so we watched en masse as he strutted his stuff to gain her attention – we wish them success!
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