According to Pete Seeger’s 1955 political folk song, the answer to the question ‘Where have all the flower’s gone? is ‘Young girls have picked them everyone.’ Well, they’d have to have been very busy along the Breamish Valley to account for the ‘disappearance’ of the monkey-flower Mimulus.
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We all know, or should know, that water has the potential to cause devastation. How many times have we heard stories of cars being swept downstream, when a driver attempted to drive through a flooded ford only a few centimetres deep?
Not river dogs this time but river trees. One last look at the de-foliated silhouettes of a few trees along the River Breamish before the leaves start to grow back, now that we’re heading for Spring.
I really appreciate the landscape at the top of the Breamish Valley – just as you enter the Linhope Estate. The views are superb. I call it ‘our little piece of Austria’ because it reminds me of some of the rolling hills and upland meadows to be found there.
Well…it’s that déjà vu feeling again, isn’t it? Exercising in the lockdowns – still, I do keep reminding myself how lucky we are to live in such beautiful surroundings.
And, as I mentioned a couple of days ago, the light at this time of the year is pretty terrific – changing from moment to moment.
I’d reflected recently on the inexorable changes that occur around us and how environmental changes are perhaps more obvious in the countryside: the falling of trees, riverbank erosion and our attempts to halt the effects of erosion.
A week’s a long time in politics? Well, a day’s a long time in weather!
Still feeling damp?
The past couple of days or so have seen downpours followed by bright sunshine…followed by downpours…
The River Breamish Riverbank Protection project began in August 2019 and anyone who’s kept abreast of developments will likely know that one of the final stages of the project was to lay some coir matting at Site 1 (what I’ve referred to as the ‘whirlpool’ previously). This can be seen in some nice aerial shots taken by Tweed Forum.
The river moves, but it follows a path. When it tires of one journey, it rubs through some rock to forge a new way. Hard work, but that’s its nature.
Kekla Magoon
