The Isle of Athelney

We start our journey to Steart Marshes from the Mendips. Our mood is very cheerful and full of anticipation for our latest adventure! As we drive down from the Mendips, we can see the extent of the flooding on the levels, glistening, and the iconic Glastonbury Tor beautiful in the sunshine. We pass on through the flooded levels on our way to the Isle of Athelney.

The river Tone is in full flood when we arrive but the flood emergency gates are open and although the road is wet, it is passable today. Hurray! We park in the little parking spot on Cuts Rd, read the information board, and squelch our way over to King Alfreds monument.

Once there we see how, on this vast flood plain, Athelney is indeed a little island and this would have given Alfred that advantage when preparing to fight back the invading Danes. As we stop to read the inscription on the monument and view the surroundings, we can see for miles over this Somerset flood plain, broken only by lines of pollarded willow which supports a very old, yet still thriving willow craft industry, using the very supple willow canes to weave beautiful baskets, coffins and furniture.

Onward again to our little stopover hideaway on Steart Marshes, which we have been visiting once or twice a year since a surprise Valentines Day booking John made in 2019!

Once unpacked, we take a short walk out onto the bird reserve, while there is still some daylight. Within a few minutes, we have spotted so many little birds flitting about in the trees. Several species of tits, warblers, finches, even an elusive Firecrest. We are amazed and thrilled at the show.

As we walk back we pause on a little wooden bridge. The sun is setting and a beautiful rainbow arcs over us and ends at our little cottage! How perfect is that?

published by Julie