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Photo-a-Day  (Sunday, 8th September, 2019)

Leeds-Liverpool Canal

Leeds-Liverpool Canal
Gathurst, Bridge No. 46 some distance Aft.

Photo: Philip G  (Nikon Coolpix L29)
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Comment by: Mick on 8th September 2019 at 00:04

Your nearly at Crooke, I can see the pipe line that crosses the canal

Comment by: XPat on 8th September 2019 at 00:36

Goodness Philip, that's a gem! Just Stunning!!

Comment by: Poet on 8th September 2019 at 08:05

First stirrings of sweet Autumn. The blackberries fat with juice. Those fine reflections soon to be broken by the silver flick of a roach or plop a falling acorn . Lovely picture Philip.

Comment by: Veronica on 8th September 2019 at 09:12

The tree's leaves on the left, just on the point of turning. Another couple of weeks it will be a riot of colour....Autumn's finger tips will strike once more!

Comment by: irene roberts on 8th September 2019 at 11:01

Beautiful. What a lovely month is September, if you can get the sunshine. xx

Comment by: Philip G. on 8th September 2019 at 14:08

Many thanks for your kind compliments, and further info.
It hadn't taken long for me to be struck by this scene and I just had to take a photograph of it.
And that would have been quite a catch too, . . . Poet's silver roach as it flicked on the Leeds-Liverpool at Gathurst.
And how such scenes continue to be effective.
Here's part of a letter sent to me over thirty years ago by old school friend 'Eccles Cake' Carter shortly after him having taken a walk alongside this particular stretch of water.
I hope that you'll all enjoy reading it (Or, more precisely, believing it.).

. . ., and there, before my very eyes, had stood the amateur matchman of note and twice winner of the Gathurst Garland 'Bill Bradshaw' as he sped the to and fro of his unrigged greenheart Salmon-rod in varied degrees of time and manner for the very first time.
He'd told me about his rod's eyed rings and how each had been wrapped by luxuriant thread dyed in fermented roots of the madder plant by his older brother Bob, in Darwen, and that on the Glorious 15th his fully rigged rod would have mastered Salar's Tayside bore, with consummate ease (Remember your Rainbow'?).
He'd also described Course fishing, locations, native fish, rigs, etc., by seemingly endless superlatives, and with the grasp of 'those who had played before'.
Shortly afterwards, we'd exchanged a hearty handshake with thanks for 'interest shown' and 'good fortune north', and taken our separate ways.

'Eccles Cake' had since learned a second language; Scottish Gaelic.

Comment by: Maureen on 8th September 2019 at 17:08

My comment seems to have vanished,anyway I think it's a lovely peaceful scene Phillip.

Comment by: Fred Mason on 8th September 2019 at 20:19

That is a beautiful scene, Philip... I know it well..and you have more than done it justice...well done.

Comment by: Philip G. on 8th September 2019 at 20:42

Thanks Maureen. And yes, it is a lovely, peaceful scene. Hope you're ok. ok. ok.

Comment by: Philip G. on 8th September 2019 at 21:29

Thanks very much, Fred.
And Oh the reflected sky!

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