This is our beautiful river where we sail. There is a lovely old working Tide mill where you can buy flour to make the most delicious wholemeal bread and the river banks are wooded for almost the whole of its journey to the sea.
There are three beautiful old pubs on the banks where you can tie up to a bouy and go for a meal at a table overlooking the estuary, or just have a chat over a beer with fellow sea farers.
Better still are the little wooded bays where you can drop anchor and swim to the sandy beach to walk in the woods and see the herons nesting in the trees and glimpse the sparkling waters from high up on a wooded cliff with ferns, oak, ash and sweet smelling pines.
The other day however there was no sailing or walking in the woods. The wind was howling and the waves were breaking over the walls of the quay where the old sailing barges would have unloaded their grain at the tide mill in years gone by.
This little dog made everyone who passed by smile however. He stood in the water, just barking at the waves.
Kim