I have been following a number of great outdoor blogs over the past four years and thought I would share with you some of the finest posts. These have given me so much happiness that I really feel they ought to be shared.
The second is from Robin Creasy, aka "Fenlander" who writes with a sure authority. The colours are bone-cold and quite thrilling to the touch. You can find my favourite post of his by clicking HERE.
Again - for the lazier amongst our congregation, (I would include myself amongst those ranks) I have cut and pasted his post, below:
Images From The Past
26/06/2008 by fenlander
Planks separated our world from the rest of humanity. Their worn edges were round and glazed with use. They were nine inches wide, barely three inches thick and black with age; not just a dull remote black, but a shiny, slippery ‘alive’ black. Alone, without handrail and only a centre support, they spanned the dyke outside our house.
Nearly 20 feet wide that dyke split the land like a pewter sword. Torrents of winter melt-water from inland heights raged between its high sturdy sides. Into the South 40-foot it writhed, and onward across the levels it exploded against the spring advances of the North Sea surge.
The skies then were endless, and beneath the pitiless blue-white dome our land stretched flat and naked. Winter winds had ravaged; dreaded north-easterlies ripped across the sea and turned acres of sullen saltflat into a frozen waste; now a pallid sun again caressed the land
The planks creaked and steamed gently as winter’s iron-cold grip eased gradually from their heart.
In the vastness of our fenlands life began once more.