Martin's Mag.

A sunny, warm, day walking from Brockweir to the Abbey at Tintern, on the river Wye.

Something one notices with the advancing years is the time one spends in pubs with old men. OK, other old men.

Like most art exhibitions, this, Cosmos, at the Royal West-of-England Academy, covers the bases from thought-provoking to bonkers.

A long time since the last update. There are some times when one is too busy dong things to take pictures. The usual Christmas things with family, grand-children and friends, plus a few birthdays. The days are getting longer now, and Spring is on the way, as demonstrated by these snowdrops and, in our garden pond, frogspawn!

I momentarily became part of an exhibit in the Emma Talbot exhibition at The Arnolfini in Bristol. https://arnolfini.org.uk/whatson/emmatalbot/

You can see all the way to Steep Holm and Hinkley C!

The Wiltshire Wildlife Trust run this nature reserve near Malmesbury. Equally as well-known for it’s Dragonfly Café.

It’s a bit of a wild place, is Porlock Weir. Something to do with those poets that used to hang around the place a couple of centuries ago. Most famously Coleridge. There is now a Coleridge Way which meanders through the area. More to do with attracting tourists than celebrating the man, I suspect. Anyway, they were all on drugs, him and that Wordsworth and Percy “Bysshe” Shelley (what sort of a nickname is that?). The Weir was the centre of a thriving fishing industry until the twentieth century. We walked from the Weir, along the shoreline and inland to the separate town of Porlock, and back. Avoided most of the showers.