The Brigsteer Bridge has long been the de facto way to Scout Scar. 20 years a de facto route and, by law, pedestrians must have access. I made this challenge of legality to Westmorland and Furness Council, to the Senior Countryside Officer, via my MP Tim Farron. The reply ignored my question. So I understand why that map got ripped off.
Face-down in leaf litter by barriers blocking access to Brigsteer Bridge, I knew what it was before I turned it over. It's a map with a diversion for walkers and runners. REJECTED, it's a rubbish diversion.
The Brigsteer Bridge has long been the de facto way to Scout Scar. 20 years a de facto route and, by law, pedestrians must have access. I made this challenge of legality to Westmorland and Furness Council, to the Senior Countryside Officer, via my MP Tim Farron. The reply ignored my question. So I understand why that map got ripped off.
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'The twa corbies,' 'The Three Ravens' - a ballad I love, a folk song and a murder mystery. The body of a knight lies half-hidden by a field dyke. His lady grieves for her lost lover, or perhaps she’s complicit in his murder. A super-moon is low in the western sky and in the east a rosy dawn heralds sunrise. Three ravens perch in the topmost twigs of the birch tree. Or are they twa corbies? Backs toward me and in a huddle, it can be hard to tell. Jackdaw sometimes visit, and a great-spotted wood-pecker. Welcome rosy-fingered dawn. A warm glow of rainbow colour appears on the horizon. A brief and beautiful sunrise. Welcome after that first week of November with sequential days of mist and murk. On a chiaroscuro morning of darkness and light the southern shore of Rydal Water is chilly, deep in the shadow of Loughrigg Fell. A faint breath of north wind sends the last leaves showering down from the canopy, to lie upon a thick mulch which gives a scent of autumn decay. A drizzle of fog saturates the still air. An imperceptible Force 1, a SE wind. Fieldfare and redwing should be about but we find only starling. Sizergh double bank barn exhibition on ancient trees tells signs of age: girth, swollen bole, scars, gouges. A rich eco-system comes with age. Ancient trees host communities of insects, lichens, fungi and bryophytes. In winter, they may be darkly evergreen and heavy with ivy when their own leaves are lost. Ropes of red and rotting berries of black bryony thread through hedgerows, like scaffolding. |
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