Chilling by the Kennet

After some shopping in Marlborough I decided to have my lunch somewhere along the River Kennet. On the A4 through Savernake a Sparrowhawk flew low across the road. There aren’t that many accessible places along the river but I managed to find a sunny sheltered spot near to Axford. A little way along the bank, on the grass there were twenty or so Canada Geese a few Mallards and a couple each of Moorhen and Coot. A Wren was chattering away on the far bank and three Long-tailed Tits were flitting around in the trees. A Robin made its way along the bank looking for food. It was really pleasant and relaxing just sitting quietly waiting to see what would pass by. There was just the sound of the wind in the trees and the flowing water. A flock of Wood Pigeons flew up from the water meadows probably spooked buy a Red Kite  that drifted over. A small bird appeared from under the bridge, landing on the far bank. A male Reed Bunting which was a Wiltshire year tick. I watched as it flew up and down apparently insect catching low over the water. Another Reed Bunting arrived and the Wren decided to show itself. The trilling of a Little Grebe was heard from upstream and a couple of minute later it appeared in the middle of the river before diving under and disappearing. A short while later it reappeared with another and they proceeded to chase each other around. Another movement on the far bank turned out to be a Cetti’s Warbler. I watched it make its way through the bankside vegetation. It sang briefly before flying off under the bridge. Forty minutes had now passed and I needed to head home. Reluctantly I got up to leave, it would have been easy to sit all afternoon.


3 responses to “Chilling by the Kennet

  1. Today’s blog read like a serious Richard Jeffries moment. Took me back to my childhood in and around Marlborough 60+ years ago. The Kennet, the downs, Savernake Forest were my playground; Marlborough High Street my route to junior school.
    Your blogs bring back happy memories of summer skies full of skylarks, Chipmunk Trainers and Avro Ansons, and white winters sledging down Treacle Bolly and the slopes in front of the forest. Happy days!!
    Now in ‘exile’ in West of Scotland – all so different.
    Thanks for transporting me back home.

    • Hi John,
      Thank you for your comment. Never thought that anything that I wrote would be mentioned in the same breath as Richard Jeffries.
      Chipmunks and Ansons, so much better than Hercules and C17’s.
      I had never heard of Treacle Bolly. I shall pay a visit soon.

  2. Richard Williams

    Yes lovely piece Malcolm and well done for actually “making the effort” to stop and do nothing for a while: something that many of us overlook and it is so enriching.
    PS Great to see you on Saturday!

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