“Would you mind stopping the car so that I can take some photo’s of the river?” I asked.

Chris pulled into a lay-by off the busy Teignmouth to Newton Abbot road and he stayed in the car. Ten minutes later I was across on the other side and wending my way down some steps that led under the railway bridge and out onto the mud and sand that was more riverbed than riverbank. Luckily the tide was out and I was able to get the view I was hankering for. The men on the dredging barge out in the middle of the river might well have wondered why a lone woman had descended upon that little nugget of riverbed and decided to take photo’s of them at work – they may have mistaken me for the dredging barge police, hence they kept just far enough away for me to require a telephoto lens in order to capture their faces on camera; as it was they were quite safe because I had only my little mobile phone camera with me… and I do not work for the dredging barge police.

One always like to make one’s mark – doesn’t one? See if you can spot the difference in the pretty scenes of the River Teign.