Mud, mud, glorious mud …
Romney marsh is somewhere I’ve read about and wanted to visit for years so a week house sitting in Kent was just the opportunity I needed. Unfortunately the weather got in the way on my visit, varying between torrential downpours and heavy drizzle for most of the day with a handful of short bright intervals in between. So although I got to explore the area by car, I got very little walking and photography done.
On a hill with an extensive view south over the Medway valley to the distant High Weald, this little church is one of my favourite spots when we visit our friends in Kent. There are also masses of wild plums in the hedgerows around so I’ll be back again on Saturday to collect a few kilos to take back home for making jam and chutney.
Several of the graves also feature a rounded sarcophagus-like structure that I’ve never seen in any other churchyard.
Today I walked a second section of the River Medway, this time from Maidstone up stream towards my friends’ house where we are staying this week. This section was not as pleasant a walk as further up the river towards Tonbridge but enjoyable nonetheless. A couple of sights that caught my eye were firstly this boat which had its own natural boat house provided by the huge riverside weeping willow. And then there was this poor sheep, bleating away forlornly in the water, unable or unwilling to climb up the steep and overgrown bank back into the field from where it had fallen. It had quite a swim to get to a low section of the bank so rescuing it was going to be something of a chore for the farmer.
A forecast break in the storms gave me an opportunity to go for a walk along the River Medway this afternoon. The river was made navigable all the way up to Tonbridge back in the canal era and has locks to negotiate the rise in level with long stretches of slow-moving deep water in between. With the waterside woods and meadows, it makes for a delightful walk along the towpath.