Photo-a-Day (Tuesday, 5th May, 2020)
Ollerton's farm pond
Photo: Poet (Lenovo TAB 2 A10-70F)
Great scene, great poetry, poet...
Maybe not much to lads of today, Poet, but something that lads 50 years ago would have been happy with. It was a different world back then.
I suppose lads today would rather be indoors with their Playstations.
Must now be teeming with fish kids dont know what they are missing wonderful times.
Not familiar with this one, where about's is it ?
Heard once the wafting rods,
The spidery line curling out in the sun,
Ollerton's pool drowsed in birdsong.
And Splash.....! A chainmailed roach.....
A jumper in a ring of ripples,
'Til the pond flattens out again.
Quickly now ! The quill has gone!
The catgut's alive with electricity,
As in a sparkling crown he's reeled in.
Its funny todays photo is of a pond, because yesterday I was sat next to a pond that I used to play around when I was a kid, in the middle of Gathurst Golf course
A thought-provoking photo Poet. And smashing is your verse, from which I light, its masterful 'ring of ripples. I also like your mention of quill (there's 'the Poet' again), as it reminds me of my salad days' goose quill, which I'd 'tipped' with mother's nail-varnish. Great days. Thanks.
Thanks all for sharing your thoughts for that is what a pond is for.
If you've got your grappling iron WN1 , it's located down Langtree somewhere behind the Olive Garden Italian Restaurant on Preston Rd.
plenty young un's still go fishing.
Cruel sport fishing. I'm pleased it isn't as popular as it used to be.
Know it. I think the Sand Holes were around here too and have a distant memory of the rubber dump, with Hic Bibi not too far away. I think a trip out on the mountain bike beckons
Spot on WN1. I had forgotten about the rubber dump which is surprising considering the hours I spent rooting about on it.
The Sand holes were like Standish on Sea , with beaches , swimming and sailing on homemade rafts inbetween the fishing. Magic time.
Had some fun times swimming in the sand holes in the summer. Like you say Poet, was like being in a different place from home. I remember a lad bringing what he said was a rubber bullet that the Army were using at the time, into school. It was massive. He said he'd found that at the rubber dump.
I took to school some real dud bullets from the bullet dump in the grounds of the Heinz factory. We sneaked in through a broken rail in the fence. There were many sunken buildings ; part of the wartime munitions factory I think. It was a wonderful secret world.