Originally uploaded by rwlakin
Seems a long time since summer. This is a gnarled ancient gatepost taken on Doxey Marshes alongside the railway line. There was a dairy farm here once, and some houses. Now there’s just ruins.
It’s a great spot. You can sit on a bank and watch rabbits dart about as trains rattle down the Sow valley. There are herons and Canada geese and fish snatching at flies.
Just now it’s boggy or hoary with frost, glistening and sharp like the icing on a wedding cake. I love this spot. There’s a sense something was here, a touch of melancholy perhaps, but real solitude and pleasure in nature so close to a busy town.
You get to it down Blackberry Lane. Long may it be unspoilt, forgotten and enjoyed by a few.