Water Under The Bridge

The morning’s sunshine was correctly predicted to succumb to clouds by mid-day. We therefore took an early drive to Wooden House Lane in Pilley.

The lane peters out into a pitted gravel path currently peppered with pools. Jackie parked the car and contemplated how she was going to turn round and return to comparatively dry land while I wandered about with my camera.

Such landscapes as I could reach were inviting enough, although

this seat would be more accessible in dryer weather.

A bubbling stream

made its way

under a footbridge in one direction

and across the path in another.

Trees were reflected in the clear gravel pits

and in the swollen stream’s pools.

In an effort to reach the open moor beyond the bridge I risked sinking into

pony- and people-trampled muddy morass. Eventually I gave up and left the ground to the oak leaves.

The stream flowed fast enough to create bobbing bubbles bearing bursting reflections. (Biggify a few – you may spot me.)

A solitary twisted stump stands beside the bridge.

Back at home Nugget, somewhat perturbed, patiently paced as a group of long-tailed tits purloined part of his pendant provender outside the stable door. It is fascinating that robins are savage with their own species, yet most tolerant of other birds.

This evening we dined at The Wheel Inn where we both enjoyed tempura prawn starters which Jackie followed with scampi and chips and I chose Barnsley chop with creamy mashed potatoes and a selection of vegetables. I hadn’t eaten such a meal before. My choice was determined by James Braxton going on about it in The Antiques Road Trip earlier. Its as well cooked, but I wouldn’t repeat it. Jacke dranlk Kaltenberg and I drank Ringwood’s Best.

Published by derrickjknight

I am an octogenarian enjoying rambling physically and photographing what I see, and rambling in my head as memories are triggered. I also ramble through a lifetime's photographs. In these later years much rambling is done in a car.

66 thoughts on “Water Under The Bridge

  1. Beautiful shot of the old tree stump by the bubbling pools – there’s a heart shaped bubble in there too, that’s impressive! Interesting about the robins response to their own kind, I’m sure there’s a good reason for it but it eludes me. Maybe one of your more learned readers may know something ………

  2. Such beautiful photos, Derrick! I couldn’t pick a favorite–I started with the stream and footpath, but then there were so many more! You had way too much fun with alliteration in this post. πŸ˜‰
    I had to look up what your meal was. I’m glad you enjoyed it, even if you wouldn’t order it again.

  3. I was going to ask what a Barnsley Chop is, but I tried Google instead. So, now I know that is a certain was of cutting a lamb chop, and can be flavoured in many different ways.
    My father-in-law had a butchery business, but I only ever heard him refer to lamb chops as chops or cutlets. I like them with mint sauce.
    My favourite, however, are pork loin chops and caramelised with a coating of French mustard and brown sugar.
    Love the reflections again.

      1. Thanks for the link, Yes, that’s me too Pork chop and two veg.
        Trouble with eating a lamb chop in a restaurant is you cannot pick it up and eat with your fingers, a bit like a drumstick! πŸ˜€

  4. The twisted stump photo is my favorite, except perhaps for those of Nugget. My, he is a handsome one, even when he’s perturbed. Speaking of perturbed, we’re being deluged with reports of pertubed Brits and a perturbed Queen, thanks to “Megxit.” Is it truly as much a story as our media’s reporting, or is it just our media being their usual overblown selves?

  5. I think there could be a troll under that footbridge. πŸ˜‰ But seriously, your watery reflections are fascinating! And of course Nugget is always a delight.

  6. Those are such inviting vistas captured by you, and it speaks of a certain unabating passion. Robin is making a great living in his Garden, regardless of the many adversaries that keep bugging him off an on.

  7. Love the green moss and the bubbly bubbles! So beautiful! The different shaped and sized bubbles are fascinating!
    Your photos are so rich in details, texture, and artistic flair!
    I’m glad to see Nugget is still rulin’ the roost, but fair to the other birds! πŸ™‚ πŸ˜€
    Love your title…I read that that expression dates back to Ancient Greece!
    HUGS to you and Jackie!!! πŸ™‚
    How is your Mom doing today?

  8. That’s a lovely formal portrait of Nugget. We’ve started to get a Goldcrest feeding at our “Allthesuetyoucaneat for nothing” restaurant. He’s from some northern forest and has probably never seen human beings before. That makes him very tolerant of me, as long as I don’t move!

  9. You have certainly had your share of rain. Here we have been overcast (troubling for the tourists who can’t get a tan), and a lot of wind.
    I now understand why Nugget prefers human company.

  10. So very wet! A pity some of that moisture couldn’t be sent to Australia. On a brighter note…always a treat to see Nugget. Glad the encroachment didn’t bother him too much.

  11. I enjoyed the photos from your relatively sunny day there, especially the reflecting pools, and of course little Nugget. We had a rain and windstorm here. I heard higher elevations got some sleet and snow.

  12. “Nugget, somewhat perturbed, patiently paced as a group of long-tailed tits purloined part of his pendant provender” Well done!! You made me laugh. I think Nugget is England’s Most Photographed Robin, and he seems to have adjusted to the change in his life.

    Isn’t it wonderful how sunshine can make a scene? I loved these shots so much, and I marvel at what beauty you two are lucky enough to share.

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