Country diary: An ancient bridge, laid low by one storm after another | Sara Hudston

Exmoor, Somerset: Tarr Steps is no stranger to flooding, but the damage is becoming more and more frequent Fog cloaked the combe as we walked down to the River Barle, and for the first time in months I wished I were wearing gloves. A red kite wheeled overhead, the dull copper colour of its underparts matching the autumn leaves still clinging to the oaks. Red kites are still fairly uncommon on Exmoor, though their numbers have increased recently as the species pushes west. Several pheasants whirred past, calling loudly in alarm: they are also more numerous now, due to the spread of game-shooting estates. We were heading for Tarr Steps, the longest clapper