Sunday, 16 February 2014

A welcome (if foggy) break from storms.

This morning I rose early and seeing a nice calm foggy morning I took the camera, threw the breakfast in the bag and went for a spin in the car. It was quite unusual to have a calm blue sky after all the stormy weather that we have been having for the last few weeks.I was hoping to see a few birds along the river but there was an early morning fog so while birdwatching was out of the question I just drove along following the river and enjoying the views.

From Coolbagh on the eastern bank looking accross to Strancally on the western bank the dawning sun can be seen on the hillside.

As I moved a little ways north  the fields accross the river have a lovely frosty look about them.

At a point opposite where the River Bride joins the Blackwater there was a lovely vista as the fog could  be seen clinging to the river like a blanket making it quite easy to follow the course of the river as it skirts to the left of Dromana hill and travels northward until it meets Cappaquinn tucked under the Knockmealdown mountains and makes a ninety degree turn left  heading for Kerry.

When I reached the River Finisk which is a tributary which flows into the Blackwater on the eastern side to the south of Cappaquinn the weather was already changing. The fog was clearing but the sky was taking on its all to familiar cloudy appearance. This is a view looking downstream along the Finisk to where it meets the main river.

As I neared Cappaquinn I was back in the fog for a while and I spotted these lovely trees silhouetted in the gloom. I didn`t go into the field to check properly but The first one looks like a lime tree which is a favourite with honeybees when conditions are right.

This one looked lovely with the sun starting to come through the fog. Once again I didn`t go close for an accurate identification but this time I am going to go for a chestnut. I am sure somebody will correct me if I am wrong.

As I drove along today I saw dozens and dozens of trees which had been knocked by the storms, some of which were as big and bigger than these so it was nice to see these fine specimens still standing.

 Between Cappaquinn and Lismore the river valley widens out and becomes a true flood plain. In these fields farming is only possible in the dryer months of the year as during the wetter times the fields disappear under water.

This is another field. Even though the water might not be very deep here there is hidden danger. Somewhere off towards the farthest trees flows the River Blackwater. Where it begins and where the field ends is one of those little mysteries that should not be explored for fear of a certain drowning.
  At this stage it began to rain heavily and so ended my little jaunt along the river. Hopefully more to follow with the coming of the spring weather.

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