protected landscape at rye

December 1, 2011

At Rye Harbour Wildlife Reserve, there are various circular routes for visitors and walkers running east/west and also the odd crossing north to south. The work of dredging, fencing, path making and integrating seats and the hides seems complete. The route starts, or finishes, with a view of Rye Bay church. . . .

. . . billowing seed heads on the blackish growth of Clematis vitalba transform the hedgerows now. Looking across to Camber Castle, the bittern remained elusive but plenty of  redshank and curlew generally bobbing around on and in this stretch of Castle Water. A moody landscape today . . . tones of grey here.

Towards Winchelsea Beach, the colours of the planting warm up this area with lines of salix glowing in front of the birch woods in the background. . and then, even more fiery tones of flowering gorse and fruiting roses complete the composition  . . .

. . . climbing the pebble ridge and the first sight of the beach. A great sea as usual here. Never disappoints  . . .

. . . groynes well repaired and newly washed  and an interesting collection of nets and carts outside the Mary Stamford Lifeboat House. My first visit here in 11 months . . .

. . . Joc‘s benches have a good scale and are placed suitably – most have a dedication now . . . . . .

From one of the hides, oyster catchers can be spied at rest below the spinning turbines. It’s a raw landscape but sort of cosy and at ease with itself. Wandering through and chatting intermittently, talking about the past and the future . . . .

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting–
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.  Mary Oliver  Wild Geese

9 Responses to “protected landscape at rye”

  1. Anna Says:

    Lovely, my favourite place.

    • julia fogg Says:

      It’s quite particular isn’t it? The work the EA +others have done there is absolutely right – sensitive, appropriate – hopefully sustaining and that folks will respect the environment so that it lives on.

  2. Cloudier Says:

    What an exceptionally touching poem. We were here last Christmas…

  3. julia fogg Says:

    that’s true – Boxing Day. The geese are a metaphor I guess.

  4. seb Says:

    whilst being stuck in london with no chance of wildlife (bar the canal) or nature sightings this has perked me up. amazing how grey skies are so much more interesting and vivd when you remove the buildings

  5. julia fogg Says:

    good point – also I suppose one is aware of the movement with clouds and atmospheres.DLTBGYD!

  6. Jayne ivimey Says:

    The soft greys of the photos and the poem make me long for England. I miss the long dark evenings and angry winter seas!

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