Ha… pant, … pant … it was like this ha … It was my first holiday with the folks!! Wow …. Wow what can I say …. GRRRRREAT!!!
Smells galore … lots of sticks to chase and other dogs’ chews to find. I was a bit unsure about the stream at first, but my mate Monty showed me what to do and I love it …
… in fact I love everything about Watermill Cottages …
Oh and I’ve got to tell you … ALL THE OTHER DOGS!! It was fab! We chased one another round and round and up and down. The cottages were at the end of the lane so our owners were really chilled and relaxed about it … Makes a change!!! But hey ….. when you have other dogs to play with, it gives your own tail a bit of a break!!!
One of my favourite walks was straight from Barleycorn Cottage, where we were staying, up the Gara River to Gara Mill. Wow it was pretty! There was bright orange cuckoo pint in the hedgerows, butterflies that needed chasing, rocks and trees covered with thick, soft lichen to bounce on. I couldn’t get enough of the smells, sights and sounds of the woodland in early summer … You don’t need me to tell you, I ran here, there and everywhere … well, you have to don’t you … don’t want to miss anything …
But the great thing was the stream was always there when you got thirsty!!
It was heaven, Nirvanah for dogs!!! … I hope the big people come back again next year!
Charlie, also from Tysoe Warwickshire
Words by Shirley Cherry
Holiday time again! Fortunately, our owners decided to spend time with us and stay in the UK rather than go on some boring foreign beach holiday. At least that way we all got to have fun together and Charlie and I had free run of the place without having to ‘do-time’ in kennels.
It took us a few hours to drive down to Hansel, near Slapton, in South Devon from our home in the Midlands, but boy was it worth it when we got there!
As soon as the car door was open and we could smell the fresh greens and hear the babbling brook, we knew we were on to a winner. I’m a lab, so it goes without saying – me and water, we go together like ham n’ eggs! Whereas Charlie here, the young up-start – well he’s not a year old yet, so he still has a lot to learn, like when he launched himself off a rock into the stream and ended up submerged in a pool! That’ll learn him to try and copy me all the time. Woof, I laughed but then I went back to picking up rocks!
We were away the last week in July – picked a good ‘un! It was sunny almost every day but it often took a couple of hours for the sun to penetrate the Gara Valley. We didn’t mind, we just loved every moment being able to wander about the place like it was ours. We felt like kings, not canines. We went to the beach at Slapton Sands and Torcross, to Start Point where the lighthouse is, and Lannacombe beach. Lannacombe was my favourite, with lots to explore and rocks to climb, although I had to turn back when I tried to follow my mistress in the canoe heading out to sea.
It’s a real generation game in the poultry stockade! Our four new hens are fully-grown and Maisie Chicken is laying eggs, compact brown ones with a light speckle. Clarrie hen has gone broody, and Magda and Dolores continue to prefer the duck house for egg laying.
Our ten spring ducklings are now fully mature, flying, and every morning, descend like a horde of Viking invaders onto the hen house and pillage the leftover corn. Their diet is supplemented by weeds from the kitchen garden and any veg snippings, like tomato leaves and gone-over pea shoots. They haven’t yet realised that they can fly over the fence…
The later three have adult feathers, and we have two new fortnight-old ducklings, called Miracle and Jack. Thereby hangs a tale…. Jack is named after Jack, the three year old who would really have preferred to move in with the ducklings rather than stay with his family in Crownwheel Cottage. The ducklings last year made such an impression on Jack as a toddler, that he still remembers that we used to keep them in the courtyard. Luckily, the day Jack arrived, some ducklings hatched…. it just made his holiday, so we just had to name one after him.
Miracle had a different start to life. He took all day to hatch and when we checked in the morning, there he was, still and lifeless. He’d clearly hatched, been damp from yolk, and was too weak to snuggle under his mother’s feathers. He was dead. I went to pick up his body, and then he twitched… What was the warmest place to put him? Hmmm… this was an emergency… so, I popped him into my cleavage, where he sat, a little block of ice, until he began to warm up and wriggle, and then popped his head out over my T-Shirt.
We rushed him to Intensive Care in a cardboard punnet filled with straw and feathers from the nest, and put him on the (closed) simmering ring of the Aga. After two hours, he was leaping out of the punnet so we returned him to Mum, where John fixed up a heat lamp, just to make sure. He is thriving, and now spends his days with Jack and his mum, Pretty Duck, in the fruit cage!
|Strete Gate, Slapton Sands
Start Bay sweeps round from Strete to Start Point Lighthouse in an arc of beauty. It’s dog-friendly all year round and offers miles of walking on the shingle beach, the Coast Path just above the beach, and along the side of the freshwater Slapton Ley, the National Nature Reserve.
|August flowers on the beach at Strete Gate
On summer mornings, the sky and sea shimmer in shades of blue, and the slate cliffs bounce the light back. At the Strete Gate end of the bay, flowers grow on the beach from early spring right through to autumn, and the light shifts over the Dart estuary past Strete, and above the lighthouse past Torcross.
What a way to start the day!
Slapton Sands is dog-friendly all year round. It has three car parks, each with toilet facilites and dog waste disposal: at Strete Gate towards Dartmouth, at The Memorial in the centre, and at Torcross by the tank. They are Pay-and-Display. In summer, at Strete Gate there’s a refreshment van; at the Memorial an ice-cream van and information on Slapton Ley from the Field Centre; at Torcross, cafes, pub, general store and Post Office, and Hannaford’s butcher. And the Sherman Tank from Operation Tiger. Please keep your dog under close control on the Ley side as there are ground-nesting birds.
And what better to come home to your cosy, dog-friendly cottage at Watermill Cottages – call us on 01803 770219 and book your doggy in for some fun!
|Maisie Chicken and Maisie Girl*
I thought it was time to post some news about the poultry at Watermill Cottages.
They now live in a fox-proof (so far) and dog-proof stockade in the little old orchard up the lane. The hens are still in the HenHouseHilton, a wendy house which John converted, adding nesting boxes and a tilting roof, for egg collection.
Our chickens had been used to flying out and about, and it’s been their downfall; the foxes have taken plenty for their cubs, including Gretel, the last of the originals and my ‘hen of prey’. A sad day indeed. We were down to three hens and our lovely new Rhode Island Red cockerel, and so, last week, brought four new hens home.
|Red, the Rooster
One of them, the speckled and friendly Maisie Chicken, will come right up to be stroked and she feeds out of my hand. She’s named after Maise who was staying in Crownwheel Cottage last week. Hence Maisie Chcken, to distinguish her from Maisie Girl, who helped her to feel right at home.
The others are Gilda and two Light Sussex lookalikes (they’re hybrids really) called Tallulah and Marilyn. They should start to lay eggs in the next few weeks.
The ducks are in the same large coumpound in their own quarters, again built by John, with perches, nesting boxes (we have three ducks sitting on eggs at present), and an annexe which was used as a nursery when the ten ducklings hatched, but is now the teenage hostel. Powdery Duck’s ten are taking flying lessons and will soon be airborne, though they do have a good pond there and plenty of grazing so hopefully won’t stray far..
Violet’s three ‘toddler’ ducklings are just getting their adult feathers, and Specs, the big old Muscovy drake, is still the lord of all he surveys.
Dare we count our ducklings before they hatch?
*Photo of Maisie Girl published with her parents’ permission.