Isn’t that a glorious name. For some reason it appears on lists of the rudest places name in England. Now I would agree it is unusual but rude doesn’t occur to me when I say it out loud or perhaps it is the way you pronounce it?! Anyhow this superb name is the name of Essex Wildlife Trust’s first nature reserve which is located on the banks of the River Colne on the outskirts of the village of Fingringhoe, not far from Colchester. The name ‘Fingringhoe’ describes in old English the villagers – people of the finger of land, who live on the heel of river.
We don’t live nor did we even stay there, however we did take a stroll a few weeks ago on some of the many paths that meander across this 125 acre nature reserve. We began at the visitor centre, and after a lovely chat with one of the volunteers we headed towards the East Heath and Kit’s Pond, before sitting for a while at the edge of the North Saltmarsh.
On leaving the Saltmarsh we took the path to the Old Meadow, stopping frequently for flowers and to listen to the birds. Eventually we turned south to the Trout Pool and the visitor centre for a much needed cup of tea. Going south meant we didn’t explore the Heathland to the west, nor did we go inside the many hides here. The latter was a deliberate decision as our visit was at the wrong time of day and year for waders, however we did get to hear something that Fingringhoe is renowned for – nightingales. Apparently it is one of the best places in England to hear nightingales, and we were not disappointed. They sang their hearts out for us, and were even joined by a Cuckoo at one point! Unfortunately I have somehow deleted all my recordings of them though 😦
Whilst I might have failed with my sound recordings I did safely save my photographs of the wildflowers and views across the North Saltmarshes. Hope these are suitable for your June challenge Jude. Not sure many of my flowers are ‘summer vibrant’ but our walk at Fingringhoe Wick was certainly ‘essence of summer‘. You see we had had a log fire the previous two evenings, and thought this day would turn out the same given how cold it was first thing. However half way round the reserve we found ourselves dressed for winter in the middle of a heat wave. A typical English Summer me thinks!
We had a marvellous time at Fingringhoe Wick, and I’m still not sure if the best bit was the stroll or the tea and cake at the end! You see not only was the cake excellent but the wildlife put on a show for us. I forgot to photograph the rabbits and pheasants, but I did capture some unusual ‘birds’ on the feeders.
Scrumptious cake, great entertainment, nightingales, boats in the distance, sunshine, wildflowers everywhere and the best bit of Fingringhoe Wick . . . (apart from its name!) I was walking with my lovely mum and my wonderful husband. A perfect combination for one of your Monday walks I thought Jo!