Tuesday, July 06, 2010
My Own Wey
And in complete contrast...
I walked the River Wey Navigations in deepest Surrey today - well, the stretch between Pyrford and Send and back, at least. A literal quiet stretch of stream to match the figurative one I've hit after a time of whiter water - canal boats and ancient locks, reedbeds, willows, wild meadow, a kestrel hovering overhead; buzzin' flies.
Four hours walking in green - it's good for the soul.
Not even the barking Surrey golfers through the trees could spoil my mood.
I wouldn't want them as my neighbours mind.
(London, That's The Place For Me, etc).
Paul Weller* - 'Country' (1993)
* Local boy made good.