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.
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That looks lovely - did you fill out your Butterfly Survey? Top marks if you got any Brimstones.
ReplyDeleteEr, I think I might have stepped on one of those.
ReplyDeleteGood job you weren't time travelling.
ReplyDeleteWould this be 'Wey' as in Weybridge - where Lennon and Bongo had their Fab pads?
ReplyDeleteWord Veri = fishen
Yes Mond, if you fancy a day as a Nowhere Man you can walk the whole stretch from Weybridge to Godalming (21 miles).
ReplyDeleteAnd JC, you are too kind.
Beautiful, sir.
ReplyDeleteLovely walk, lovely photos. I envy you!
ReplyDeleteThanks both.
ReplyDeleteAnyone who wants to see truly lovely photos should head over to Dane's!!
Oh my goodness, if I weren't neglecting my friends all summer I'd have seen your kind words before now. And you say that at a time when I'm barely updating. You are too kind.
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