Another Saturday and another East Anglian river near Ely. This time the Great Ouse.
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Lovely.
Looks cold to me!
Actually, it was a lively morning
And a might muddy dog! Thankfully he us pretty much self cleaning, given an hour in his basket
Ouse a pretty river then?
Ha ha
Lovely. Just in case anyone thought you were just a maverick economics geek, it is great when you divert and show your human response to nature and the countryside.
As it happens I was thinking about the Cambridgeshire fens just yesterday. As a solace for lockdown my wife and I have been exploring footpaths in Yorkshire new to us, and yesterday we followed a route in the close hinterlands of the River Hull. The farmland has clearly been reclaimed in the same way as the fens (or the Dutch polders) so that the Hull and its tributaries are protected behind embankments well above the surrounding farmland, with drainage dykes below that. Somehow it makes for an alluring landscape, if nothing else the low habitation density makes it special. And the sight of a kingfisher always lifts the soul.
I obviously need to improve my own photography skills though.
I am no photographer – and that was taken in a cheap-ish phone
But time by rivers matters to me – and I have found that when looking through binoculars I forget most other things
Is the River Ouse what used to be called The Lairs from my childhood memories visiting my East Anglian Nana/Ninny from Liverpool during the summer holidays? I remember an outdoor swimming pool called ‘Piper’s Vale’ (or something similar)… heaven!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It was so rural. Nana/Ninny kept chickens and rabbits (using the old Anderson shelter for the chickens), other neighbours kept pigs/doves which were eaten… to my horror; along with the rabbit and chicken pies (still ate them though.)
I admit that’s nit familiar to me….sorry….
Sandy, you are thinking of the River Orwell at Ipswich. Sadly the lido is long gone but Orwell Country Park is still a lovely spot.
Oh yes – I do recall it
Never went there. I lived to the north west of Ipswich where another long forgotten outdoor pool – Broomhill – was our summer haunt
We used to live in Little Downham, with views over the fen to Ely Cathedral. Still miss those big skies.
I love the Little Downham nature trail – a favourite summer’s evening walk
Nice. We’ve had lots of teasel round here down on the Mersey this year. A river walk near to us – the dog likes his swims. Very tranquil despite being near motorways and railways. I used to do practise walks along the Gipping and Orwell for the Nijmegen Vierdaagse and the Benue in Nigeria for the hell of it because it’s the second longest river in West Africa. I must have passed over the Great Ouse and Nene when I drove home from Ipswich and wanted to take the scenic route instead via Thetford forest, Newark, Chesterfield and across the Peak District.
The Gipping, most especially, was my childhood river
Great photo Richard. I share your therapeutic views on the value of looking through binoculars. Mention of the River Gipping made me muse on whether someone falling into it would be a Gipper. Then it crossed my mind that another former Republican President was so named, but presumably not for that reason?