| The low tide meant we could get to the other side via the stepping stones. |
| Autumn colours in Ethy Woods |
| Looking back up the creek. This is part of a ria, a flooded river valley, not an estuary. Although they look one and the same to the uninitiated. |
| Detritus from the Sweet Horse Chestnuts that are plentiful along this stretch. |
| Looking down to where the Creek joins the River Fowey. |
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| Looking down the Fowey towards Fowey. Not pronounced Fowee but Foy. |
| From St Winnow's churchyard. Another essay in infant mortality. |
| A nice collection of headstones. |
| Hello, what's Annie carrying up the road from her kitchen? |
| Our pasty lunches, that's what. And very nice they were, too. Beef and potatoes from the farm and all assembled in Annie's kitchen next door. Served from a small caravan for the summer months only. |
| Who can guess what this is for? Our initial guesses focussed on compressions of some sort. Apple press? Straw bale press? Which of us was correct? Find out below. |
| St Winnow's church. I've written about this before. It's got a great spirit of place and the waterside location gives sit a very special feel. |
| A view from inside the church. |
| A late flying Speckled Wood butterfly. The only one spotted in the walk. |
| Back over the steeping stones at the end. Still low tide. Have we ever been there at high tide? |
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| Looking down the creek - again. |
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| Bye, bye - until the next time we do this walk. |



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