Photo-a-Day (Saturday, 26th March, 2022)
The Long and Winding Road
Nice shot poet, love the wind battered trees and greenery with a great farmers brown field and lovely sky.
I presume this is just a farm track? Looking at the water filled ruts even a tractor would bounce along that track and anyone walking along it would need wellies.
The trees may still be bare but there's definitely a feeling of Spring in the air on this photo.
That field will be full of houses by this time next year Poet. Even as we speak there will be some money grubbing speculator slavvvering at the mouth at the thought of all the money he/she can make from cramming as many rabbit hutches as possible on this patch of countryside, still, it’s keeping the vultures away from my little postage stamp of land so I shouldn’t complain too much.
"There's no place like home....there's no place like home" said Dorothy as she swivelled in her ruby red shoes and the glorious technicolor landscape faded to black and white again....
Wouldnt I just love to walk along that track to somewhere. Such rich earthy hues. I like it.
The field wont be full of houses by this time next year if it was in the Shevington Parish Council area.
Helen you wouldn't love it if you could smell it, now they have started the landfill site
Landfill site . What landfill site ?
I walk here every day . The air is like wine . I haven't a clue what that plonker is on about .
With the world as it is at the moment , I think the government realise we need to be far more self sufficient in food production . I doubt that prime farm land would be given over to housing .
I too walk here frequently and I must say I've never noticed anything untoward in the air other than perhaps the occasional niff of manure from Glover's farm .
Smells are such a rich treasure to me , both good and bad . I remember the Market Hall by its smell , the glue works , the smell inside of the old cars . Smells alone , I can go on and on about for ages . I remember an small sweet shop in Gathurst, its smell as I entered the door as a child , I can smell it to this day . Smells are the essence of who we are , upon our journey .
Nice photo Dennis, one for the wall.
Mick, do you mean opposite to what was Burtholme Children's Home, I think it is now a nursing home. I'd noticed them bulldozing on the land which was a tip many years ago and assumed they were levelling it to build houses - so have they opened it up for landfill again?
Embedded in just one ground , can only be one place ,
Reflections do not have this , they reach to further space .
Darkness or the sunshine , rain or heavy wind ,
Spread beyond all voices , so others also sing ..
Dave, I know exactly what you mean. We have a 1959 Hillman Minx and when you open the door it smells like the 1950s! Not of damp or mustiness, just of "age", and it's lovely. Bradlier, you made me laugh with "that plonker"!
Dave and Irene, I and most folks will thankfully have those too, they're called olfactory memories.