The walk at Walton Dam happens to be one of my favourites. It’s close by, long enough to make a good hours slow walk, and close enough to civilisation that there’s a handy supply of hot coffee and buns available when you’ve done. For those who have yet to experience it, the entrance to the walk is just up the road from the Morrisions fuel station entrance near the junction of Chatsworth Road and Walton Road. (Here) – the green arrow, not the marker for Windsor Close…
The path is mostly wide, level and easy going, though it can get a bit muddy in the colder seasons. The first part takes you along the side of the dam itself, and after a flat concrete bridge crossing over a spillway, you end up taking a short walk through woods, which look like this:
Follow this all the way through and you end up at the playing fields, at which point I usually do a nice wide circuit and head back the way I came.
The dam is home to plenty of bird shaped wildlife, mostly Mallard Ducks and Canadian Geese, although there’s a Greylag Goose which has been seen frequently, along with a family of Swans, Coots and Moorhens, and on one dusky evening, a grey Heron stood on the opposite bank.
I like Coots, they have awesome feet 🙂 (and you wonder where the Dinosaurs have gone – Tiro)
And one of the local swans:
There’s also plenty of flora about at this time of year: firstly some red/ purple catkins (no idea what tree these are from, it had no leaves left and I’m not quite so good just identifying from the bark alone)
There’s plenty of rotting wood around, which has some wonderful shapes and colours: – and the odd face hidden away…
There’s also a proliferation of waxy leaved Ivy, moss, the remains of Rose Bay Willow Herb down by the bank and tree fungi:
There’s a small stream which runs along the left hand side of the main path inside the woods (together with a larger river down the bank to your right): The day we went it was bright sunshine, producing some lovely patterns on the clear water:
Keeping my eye for the small things, I find a pine cone half way up the trunk of a Hawthorn tree, nestled in the remains of a side branch:
And the sure sign that the season is that of Spring:
It’s a wonderful end to a lovely morning’s quiet walking.