This is my last blog post about Anne river. Here she is, on her final run to the Ocean. All the way from Dunhill, through the yellow Iris and Buttercup fields.
Her waters are so clear that I spotted a school of young fish feeding on something invisible.
Final destination – Annestown beach. It is where Anne River meets the Ocean.
First I climb the eastern edge of the cliff, but I don’t walk any further – I think this part is quite dangerous to walk.
I sit down in the soft grass and enjoy what I see. Thrift (Armeria maritima) is blooming in early June, and it is the most beautiful part of the scenery.
I cross the beach and walk to the western edge, where cliff walking is safer. I have taken many photographs but it is impossible to share everything in this blog. One of the little pleasures was taking photographs of many flowers I came across.
I found some big, sturdy daisies that looked a bit like the Seaside daisy but not exactly.
I also found a single flower of Gladiolus.
This is the view from the western edge. If you click on the photograph to enlarge it, you will see a stony structure in the end of the beach. It is the remains of a lime kiln. Limestone was heated there until it crumbled, and was then used for fertilising the land.
There are many magnificent rocks and cliffs and welcoming coves down there.
It is where I turned back: I didn’t like that crumbling sandy slope. It is the Ballydowane cove.
Back in Annestown, there are two donkeys – the most photographed donkeys in the area. I am not sure if they are the same donkeys I see every year – they must be not. Life of a donkey is harsh and unpredictable.
As I was talking to them and rubbing their ears and heads, I though about the generations of donkeys that have lived in this old paddock over the years, or may be, centuries. They have never seen beautiful Anne River valley that lies just a quarter of mile down the hill from them, with its lush grasses and clean, transparent waters.
Thank you for walking with me through these three blog posts along the Anne River!
Have a wonderful weekend!
Making memories 
Cool photo essay!
Thank you! 🙂
Wow I love the photos and your comments. Once again you take me on a lovely journey. Thank you!
Nancy, I am very happy that I can take you to a lovely place 🙂 It is why I love photography.
I love thrift and that small clump with the blurred sea in the background is lovely. I’ve tried to grow it in my garden but I don’t think the soil is sandy enough so it only lasts for a year or two.
Your second fish shot is fantastic; those fish are lucky the water is so clean. Thanks for the tour.
I guess there is something special in the soil that thrift needs. Here it seems to grow on a bare cliff.
Beautiful! Thanks so much for sharing 🙂
Thank you so much! 🙂
This is spellbinding. Everything looks so unpolluted. I’ve never seen such a large shoal of fish. Absolutely love the white cattle and the donkeys. Thanks for taking us on that journey. I’ve relished the beauty of it from beginning to end.
Thank you for stopping by, Sarah! This tiny river is a gem.
The water looks so clean and unspoiled. It felt as if I were walking beside you as you took photos of the lovely things you encountered on your way — even the donkeys are beautiful!
Thank you so much! It is wonderful to find such an unspoiled place. When I go there next time, I will definitely feel your presence behind my back, dear Monster 😉
This has been a delightful journey Inese, illustrated by your beautiful photographs.
Thank you so much, Andrea. I know that it is too much to dedicate three blogposts to a single tiny river, but I guess I am playing favorites here 😉