Country diary: a dipper in the shadows of the Devon Expressway
Plymouth, Devon: The sighting takes me by surprise. This is a species I am used to seeing along Dartmoor’s tumbling torrents to the north
The river runs beneath a stream of heavy traffic – two flows crossing: one threading quietly between the uprights of the flyover, the other thundering above with a sound like raging rapids.
Hurrying under the eight lanes of A38 at the eastern edge of Plymouth, every strut and girder daubed with graffiti, I am keen to reach the greenery beyond.
