A line of writing erased, the treeline of home altered.
A Binsey Poplars, Bonny Portmore moment.
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Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Thirty words a day, about walking the dog. Inspired by Clare's blog Once around the Park
Trédaniel plan d'eau
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- Up the road, afternoon
- The old railtrack, Gare de Moncontour, mid-morning
- On the way to the watermill, Guettes-es-Lievres, a...
- Quessoy arboretum, afternoon.
- Down the road, afternoon.
- Down the road, late afternoon.
- Trédaniel plan d'eau, afternoon
- Down the road, late afternoon; avis specere
- Down the road, afternoon.
- Up the road, afternoon
- The old railtrack, Gare de Moncontour, afternoon
- Up the road, afternoon
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- Down the road, late afternoon.
- Trédaniel plan d'eau, morning / Quessoy arboretum,...
- Down the road, late afternoon.
- Up the road, afternoon
- Up the road, afternoon
- The old railtrack, Gare de Moncontour, afternoon
- Trédaniel plan d'eau, mid-morning
- Quessoy arboretum, afternoon, and following
- Trédaniel plan d'eau, afternoon
- Up the road and over the field, afternoon
- Up the road, late afternoon
- The old railtrack, Gare de Moncontour, mid-morning
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3 comments:
Sorry to hear about this. It's a feeling I know all too well, unfortunately.
Oh, this is sad. I'm glad you have this photo.
The world would likely be a better place without chainsaws.
Yes, it is a shame. It wasn't the most fantastically rich and healthy hedgerow, but every little helps, and where it was, in a big field running down from the top of a hill, it must have been preventing a certain amount of run-off and erosion, which everyone is supposed to be concerned about. And all to get another few inches of maize, and a bit more firewood.
I was talking to Victor's two sisters about it; one, a farmer's wife and always a country woman, took the line, 'oh it's more practical and there's still plenty of wood about', the other, more townified and wider-worldly, agreed about the run-off. She said in effect 'of course, that's why the hedgerows were there, to hold back the water, and now that's why the water is so dirty and polluted.'
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