Photo-a-Day (Friday, 19th April, 2019)
Tattered once, this stage of fright,
With scenes of casted mock,
And then, with echoed calls for more,
Came pleasing Springtime frocks.
Such beauty as mine
Shall pluck the amorous lyre,
And gaze upon myself
In the watery mirror
Until I fade and drown
My glory sank!
And pine away each spring upon this bank.
Ozymandias, a Wiganworld photo a day contributor, cleared this area with his bare hands and planted these daffodil bulbs and some more plants.
To get down to this spot he had to abseil down that wall mmmmm
You don't have much of an eye for beauty,do you Mick?
Such a thankless task of willing duty
Amongst gruesome weeds and brush,
Yet daffodils reward with wholesome beauty,
Whilst murky water reflects the golden trumpet's hush!
It looks like Ozy left his mark and I don't mean on the wall! ;0))
Where is lock 59B.
you need to throw your camera in mick this is awful
I see the Bards are singing sweetly you are all very accomplished at poetry....
I could only make up little rhymes for my chidrens bedtime !
Well done, Ozy!
Lovely photo and composition.
Not the prettiest structure, a bit hodgepodge, but an interesting mix of works over the decades makes it a bit unique. A few years back the other side of this bridge was used as a flytipping site for cans, bottles, etc, so it's good to see it looking so well kept!
What else can be done Helen with a photo like that? All that's left is to praise Ozy for his abortive abseiling attempt as a Commando in the Green Brigade. I believe he was mentioned in dispatches at B&Q..
This, I believe is Bridge Pit bridge. played a fair amount of my time crossing this bridge and going too and fro to Bridge Pit and Dairy Pit. As a boy we swam in its shadow and were lucky not to have been injured on the variety of ironware at the bottom of the canal.
Axcroft, Ozy put all those cans as well in bin bags and weighed them in.