Creative Writing and unfinished business…
July 6, 2016 § 6 Comments
walking the fen –
tasting the beginnings
of my favourite river
Tagged: creative writing, haiku, poetry
Perfect! I love fens, although it is progressively more difficult for me to walk them……
Thanks, Michael. Sorry to hear it gets harder for you to walk the fens. May I be nosy and enquire why. Are they disappearing in your neck of the woods, perhaps?
Well, yes, they are largely endangered here. The larger issue for me is the late effects of Polio, and my not so slowly weakens legs. What was a bit challenging a couple of years ago is now a major project.
By the way, I lived in Eastern Lincolnshire for a time as a child. I often wonder if that might explain some of my love of fens.
I understand, Michael, although I have no experience of the long term effects of polio. We carry on as best we can, and try and be better at being human via our challenges, I suppose.
Interesting that you lived in Lincolnshire. This area can be bleak, but nevertheless has a beauty all of its own. The light is special there. I live in the next county down where it is still flat but in general the landscape is more undulating with gently sloping valleys scoured out by glaciers. It is perhaps a kinder landscape on the eye and spirit, but every place one gets to know intimately has a beauty if we stay still enough to notice it 🙂
Yes, each landscape has the possibility of becoming dear. I came to love Lincolnshire in many weathers and aspects. We lived atop a small hill, with the countryside spreading out below us. If memory stands me well, only the southeast of Lincolnshire is fens. Anyway, I have long wanted to visit East Anglican, and the other counties that make up the fens, all so different from Vermont’s mountains and valleys.
Yes. Vermont is a majestic landscape. Mountains add a dignity…
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