Missing this view, which we had last week down in Devon.
Sat at the table, or upstairs, or in the garden, the view was of the River Exe. During the day, the tide ebbed and flowed in the estuary - the water swiftly moving to either left or right, the mud flats on the far side appearing and disappearing. Birds came and went, and the hills in the distance came in and out of cloud, or were bathed in late sunshine.
Boats came and went, heading out in early evening and then returnig to the sailing club around 8, by which time we were outside the pub to watch them return. The evening sun lit up the river, and the wind gave the characteristic chime of rope on mast.
Just sitting there was enough to forget all concerns and see the river breathing...
The power of living geography.
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