The River Kent rises and falls fast and on the morning after the downpours the river was in spate, but flooding was localised, not apparent. We heard of homes flooded but saw nothing.
On Countryfile, an image of flooding that startles me. It could be mine. Brigsteer, reads the caption. The Lyth Valley where flooding in Cumbria on 22nd November looks most spectacular, as it always does.
The River Kent rises and falls fast and on the morning after the downpours the river was in spate, but flooding was localised, not apparent. We heard of homes flooded but saw nothing.
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Ice pattern on a skylight window. Columns of smoke rise unperturbed over the misty town. Above the horizon, a grey cloud glows with a border of gold and a rosy flush tells of sunrise. Here comes the sun. Water droplets shimmer on fine branches of birch. My cameras see differently but neither can catch those tiny points of light . Herdwicks and Hebrideans graze in the pasture below Queen's Road, beside fruit trees from an old orchard. Pastoral at my feet, Kendal down in the dale, and the fells in the distance. So glad to have met the proud owner of these tups, here to promote flora and conservation grazing. The old wall bounding the pasture is crammed with ferns and lichens. And the exquisite little rue-leaved saxifrage which flowers after rain, and can appear in April and May. Two days ago, a flock of thirty fieldfare flew calling above Scout Scar escarpment, the sun glinting their pale underwings. I could hear them somewhere in the trees below the cliff but the wind grew loud and drowned them out. Fieldfare on a fine November morning, if I can find them. Ten years ago I watched a flock foraging on yew berries on the cliff buttress, a pale flutter of wings against dark yew foliage. Holly and hawthorn berries might tempt them, so I'm tracking their food sources looking for winter thrush. Looking for Lady Anne Clifford, we discovered John Behan's Ghost Boat 2000. Months later, I realised his inspiration was the Broighter Hoard of Iron Age treasure in the National Museum of Ireland. Search online for Lady Anne, The Great Picture and zoom-in on tiny manuscript. ' She escaped a great danger by thieves who intended to rob her and her house. This countess had many enemies in the time of her new widowhood from whose evil and crafty devices it pleased God to deliver her.' In her youthful portrait a scatter of books shows her taste. The culprits had scarpered. But there was poaching, heavy poaching. Fresh cow pats told of their presence. And deep slop and cloven-hood prints where two months ago there was a firm grassy footpath. The poaching culprits of cloven-hoof. Had they gone, or were they lurking in hidden hollows? Today, I could relax and be merry. I crossed Kendal Race Course escorted by a man stout of heart who knows a thing or two about cattle, a gentleman-farmer. An evocative day from Cartmel with hazy glimpses of the sea from Hampsfell. We walk part of the Cistercian Way, mindful of the monks travelling to Cartmel Priory. Medieval monks would scarcely recognise the place today, but there is solitude up on Hampsfell at Halloween. My find of the day is swags of black bryony festooning the hedgerows. The best I've found this autumn. |
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