Interlude in the rain, but not the sound of running water. I wandered off for a field trip down a dribbly brook which at present is a small snarling river, meeting it here and there until it reached the sea. I rambled on, and, through the sound of the waves, I could hear the trickle or babble of small streamlets down the low cliff, the slither and heavy SPLUT of mudslides, and the dull rattle of the more stony collapses. The beach itself was a textbook for erosion and river systems all done in miniature. I dusted off some remnants of Phys. Geog. and enjoyed an unusual sensation: being too warm.
After the rain this brook thundered down steep parts of its course and overflowed its banks on shallow sections
Following it I came to a steep meadow. Between the plants was the glisten of seeping water.
At the bottom of the meadow I found the stream again.
It ran under the viaduct into a steep-sided valley.
I walked parallel to the stream by an easier route, past pigs, alpaca and damp campers.
Here’s the lowest bridging point.
The mouth makes its own little lagoon where the sea throws up shingle.
Streamlets dribbled or babbled down onto the beach. These alluvial fans were striking.
This streamlet modelled canyons and eyots.
Waterfall, sediment deposition and meanders.
Braided steams in an outwash plain, and sediment sorting – coarse at the top of the beach, a deposit of almost colloidal particles further down – one of the gooiest substances in nature.
The clouds came over low and fast like the Vogon constructor fleet, but shed only a few random drips.