Follow the lane as it wends its way through craggy hills, sodden earth beneath your feet and deep waters at your side. With each step feel your cares tumble loose, descending like scree into the lake’s inky depths.
This post is for Cee’s Which Way challenge. The pictures were taken at Wastwater – the deepest lake in the Lake District, Cumbria, UK – which we visited over this past weekend. This was the day after storm Doris had passed over, so it was very wet underfoot, and still very cold, windy and cloudy. Fortunately it managed not to rain whilst we were out there!
I hope you like them.
tread softly along paths
gentled by hazy memory,
strolling amidst recollections
of yesteryear’s cares
where lost loves and old pains
fade into ephemeral touches,
phantom fingers brushing
against present preoccupations
This post is for Cee’s Which Way challenge. The photos were both taken on a misty November morning on the lanes around the village.
Here are a few other pictures of the lanes in November. Don’t forget to click on the gallery to see them at a larger size.
I hope you like them.
well trodden route.
To whose doorway
do you lead?
This post is for Cee’s Which Way Challenge. This week’s pictures were taken at the Chysauster Ancient Village in Cornwall (England), the remains of an Iron Age settlement thought to have first been occupied nearly 2,000 years ago, during the Roman occupation of Britain. The village contains eight to ten houses, each with an interior courtyard surrounded by a number of rooms built into the walls. Best of all – and why I can use the pictures for this post – you can even see the stone paths leading up to many of the doorways that the ancient inhabitants would have walked upon.
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If you listen carefully, you might hear them on the steps, their laughter echoing in the summer air. They climb ever higher, curiosity drawing them onwards. Look. There. Can you see them – twisting in the sunbeams?
This post is for Cee’s Which Way Challenge. I’ve really missed this challenge – paths, staircases and signposts are some of my favourite things to photograph. This picture was taken at St Michael’s Mount in Cornwall.
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A sedate path idles where mighty engines once roared. The bridge stands lonely sentinel, holding memories of its glory days in unloved brick-work.
This post is for Cee’s Which Way Challenge. The photograph was taken in Newark on Trent (Nottinghamshire, UK) along the path of the old railway line. The railway itself closed in 1988 and since then has been turned into a path for walkers and cyclists. The bridge was built in the 1850s when the railway line was laid.
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The threat of rain is a familiar annoyance as you walk beneath glowering skies: it does little to deter your enthusiasm. Your eyes remain fixed on the small boats that sway gently in place. Excitement burbles in your chest.
The noises of the town fade into a distant murmur and you tune your ears to the music of the waterfront: men and women shouting and laughing, chattering as they enjoy their day; bird calls echoing over the lake; the splosh of water against wood. You resist the urge to add your own voice to the symphony.
Soon your adventure will begin.
This post is for week 21 of Cee’s Which Way Challenge.
Today’s pictures were taken in Bowness-on-Windermere, in the Lake District, which I visited when on holiday in Cumbria a year or so ago. We didn’t go out on the rowing boats – we didn’t have time. I could actually do another whole Which Way post about our trip that day. We rode on a steam train to Windermere, then took a boat trip over the lake from Windermere to Bowness-on Windermere. There we had lunch and an hour or so of sightseeing before returning as we arrived. It was a very enjoyable day – despite the weather (typically for England) remaining overcast for most of it.
I would have liked to take a little boat out onto the lake though…
Kicking at the stones that lie in your way, you walk the lane as it winds between freshly ploughed fields. The path is worn and uneven from the passage of countless feet, rutted and torn by tractors and cars. Bricks line the way, providing a modicum of stability – but even they are crumbling.
Birdsong provides an accompaniment to your trek, a joyous chorus you could never tire of hearing. Spring is strengthening its hold upon the land, but it is an uncertain grip. Sunlight streams through the cloud-laden sky in intermittent bursts and a chill breeze ruffles your hair.
You are not deterred. You walk.
These photos were both nearly included in the Monthly Photo Challenge gallery that I posted yesterday but, seeing as I haven’t taken part in Cee’s Which Way Challenge for a few weeks, I thought I’d use it today instead. I hope you like them.
You follow the signposts as they lead you home through a landscape defined by a history of agricultural practice. Gravel tracks merge with tarmac lanes as dusk’s golden light caresses your senses. The trek has been long but your journey is nearly done.
This photo was very nearly included in the gallery for the Monthly Photo Challenge that I posted yesterday but, seeing as I haven’t taken part in Cee’s Which Way Challenge for a few weeks, I thought I’d save it for today instead.
I’ve also included a second photo this time, mainly because in many ways I actually prefer it to the first! The composition, with the focus on the sign and the extra detail – especially on the sign about the ploughing match – appeals to me. But I love the golden light and the sunburst on the first so it has been given pride of place. I’d love to know what everyone else thinks.
York Railway Station, UK
Away from the pushing and shoving, from the crowds that jostle impatiently for place, you wait in the chill winter air. Cold light, cleansing in its purity, filters in through the iron and glass lattice of the cathedral-like roof. You close your eyes, tilt back your head and feel it wash over you. You tune out the noise that burbles from all sides: the hum of voices, the rumbling of engines, the chime of announcements – all fade into a background hubbub that affects you not. Refreshed, you are prepared for the continuation of your journey.
This is my entry into this week’s Cee’s Which Way Challenge.
This week’s picture was taken in York Station in December of last year, when we visited the city for its Christmas Market. The station was built in 1877 to replace the old station that had required through trains between London and Newcastle to reverse out before continuing their journey. It was designed by Thomas Prosser and William Peachey, architects working for North Eastern Railway along with the Engineer in Chief Thomas Elliott Harrison. It had thirteen platforms and was at that time the largest station in the world.
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from winter’s sleep
with the promise
of a young sun’s
with tentative steps
begins her dance
upon the eternal spiral,
the innocence of
in fresh bloom.
I’d not originally planned this to be for Cee’s Which Way Challenge – I knew I wanted to post a little seasonal poem this week, before the natural world moves on – but when I was looking for a picture to illustrate the ‘umber tones’ I remembered that I had the photograph of the path next to the newly ploughed field. Perfect! Two birds with one stone, as the saying goes.
I hope you all like it.