STREAMS OF CONSCIOUSNESS


From the home of daughter & Co in the South of England, two rivers are within easy walking or cycling distance, and I would frequently jog to the nearest or ride to the other. The one below is the Blackwater, which tends to be a bit brooding and gloomy. Very close to this bridge is an ancient moat, quite clearly discernable. We would love to hear more about the history. From the ‘feel’ of it, it was probably a place of drama and violence.

 

By way of contrast, the one a bit more distant is a section of the Test River, with a far more open and friendly aspect. It is crystal-clear, and one can often see fish swimming in it. When the grandkids were younger we used to ride to this bridge during our visits, and play Pooh-sticks with great excitement to see whose stick would emerge from the downstream side of the bridge first. Then, in a variation, whose stick would survive the hazards of currents and obstructions to make it across an agreed finish line further downstream.

Of such simple things are rich memories made.

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© Colonialist October 2011 (Letterdash/Wordpress Blogs)

About colonialist

Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies. Recently Indie Publishing has been added to this list.
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8 Responses to STREAMS OF CONSCIOUSNESS

  1. adeeyoyo says:

    Love the bottom two pics, Col. The top one boggles my mind a bit…!

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  2. If there is any fish in that river you won’t be able to budge me from that bridge.

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  3. Beautiful pictures and text about one of my favourite parts of the world, Col. The Test Valley is utterly stunning.

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  4. colonialist says:

    I think the font translates into something horrible on Vista or 7. I shall have to abandon it, with some reluctance.

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  5. Tilly Bud says:

    I enjoyed the photos but I’m afraid I struggled to read the text. It hurt my eyes.

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