Today we walked or rather pushed along our favourite path the Goatwalk which runs along side the Exe Estuary . T o Veronica's delight the curlews are back from their summer nesting grounds- the tide was out and they were feeding on the glassy mudflats with hazy sun picking out their silhouettes and their burbling cry was like music to our ears . It's easy as you walk along the path to have ones gaze always looking seawards and to miss the delights of the wall which bounds the path on the land side . It is an ancient stone wall , pitted by wind and rain and waves and full of delightful small plants ,lichen and ferns which seem to grow out of nothing . Tiny white flowers , variegated leaves and the softest mosses which invite you to touch . Halfway along is an iron gate which leads into what looks like a secret garden and one is past it almost without noticing . But today was different as underneath the trees was carpet of wild cyclamen . So we turned our backs on the sea and looked inwards .