#978 theoldmortuary ponders

I have crisscrossed the Tamar River using these bridges every day this week and sailed underneath them on a ferry yesterday. The river and the sea dominate every journey at the southern end of the Tamar Valley. The first rail bridge was built by Isambard Kingdom Brunel between 1854-59. A road bridge was built in 1961.

Before that a variety of ferries powered, intially, by rowers and ropes crossed the river at this point for 800 years.

It was rowers that made us visit again yesterday.

A Regatta with Gig Rowing is always a feast for the eyes. We are ‘resting’ Gig rowers @theoldmortuary.

While the events of a Regatta occur on the water. There is plenty of other action on the Cornish bank.

Regalia and speeches.
Drumming
Bouncy castles
Stalls selling stuff

And because this is England, Morris Dancers.

Oh the whimsy that is Morris Dancers.

Inexplicable. The link below might help.

https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2023/mar/03/morris-is-a-creature-of-its-own-a-dance-for-a-new-age-photo-essay

Even our ferry journey home had a curious whizz through history. The banks of the Tamar are edged by small surviving examples of the Atlantic Rain Forest, a habitat that is well beyond being under threat.

Atlantic Rain Forest

In the same small stretch of water we passed this paddle boarder.

A power boat and a Pirate Ship.

And a Nuclear Submarine.

And just like riverside dwellers for centuries have done. We waved to a friend as we left.

Luckily she was wearing orange and white. Which was my theme for making a Morris Dancing/ Tamar Bridges/ Pop Art image later in the day. I was aiming for a Punk anarchy energy.

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