Find your way to Eastcliff Park
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Mules Park, Teignmouth, Devon
Postcode: TQ14 8TT
Friends of Eastcliff Park
The ‘Friends’ are a group of people interested in the general maintenance and restoration of Eastcliff Park, especially The Dell.
If you are particularly interested in the projects in The Orchard you can Become a FRIEND
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Eastcliff Park is a large historically significant local green space sitting on top of the cliffs above the sea and the railway line. It consists of three distinct parts, The Rowdens, a lawned area overlooked by the beautiful Rowdens House, the Dell, a sub-tropical garden with three ponds, and Mules Park, open grassland. The Park offers all its users a relaxing recreational environment.
Just a short walk up from the end of the promenade, Eastcliff Park is one of Teignmouth’s hidden gems.
There are sloping meadows packed with wildlife, plenty of space to walk the dog and enjoy the views down to the sea and estuary. Eastcliff Park also offers formal lawns in front of the Rowdens House, an orchard, an ancient Walled Garden which is under restoration and a sub-tropical valley garden known as The Dell.
The cliff-top has a carpet of lilac, gold and green:
The blue sky bounds the ocean, the white clouds scud between.
A flock of gulls are wheeling and wailing round my seat;
Above my head the heaven, the sea beneath my feet.
Robert Bridges 1930
The blue sky bounds the ocean, the white clouds scud between.
A flock of gulls are wheeling and wailing round my seat;
Above my head the heaven, the sea beneath my feet.
Robert Bridges 1930
Winter approaches
Sonnet 97: How like a winter hath my absence been. By William Shakespeare
How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness everywhere!
And yet this time remov'd was summer's time,
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burthen of the prime,
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness everywhere!
And yet this time remov'd was summer's time,
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burthen of the prime,
Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease:
Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me
But hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit;
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And thou away, the very birds are mute;
Or if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
But hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit;
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And thou away, the very birds are mute;
Or if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.