I love campfires, so I found a place where we can safely have our fire and watch the river. Cassie loves it too especially if we have sausages. We watch the sun setting and the twilight rolling in. Heaven. Its been years since I have been able to do this.
This was the month of unsolved mysteries. I start exploring. The P*K*D 1852 carving at Eals Pool, was this Patrick Dolan who was in the valley working on the viaduct and railway in that year? I found dead rabbits half way up a tree in a hollow. A lair? And then I noticed the J's carved into trees on my walk through Hagg wood.
I love Maytime, the Hawthorn flowers are still out merging with the leaves of the trees. I was used to seeing the Hawthorn when everything else was still bleak. But not this year. Cassie and I are loving the chance to sit and feel the sunshine.
By the end of May we have become regular visitors to Eal's pool. Its about a 4 mile walk so Cassie is happy to rest when we are there. I sit by the edge of the water and watch the small fish.I researched local history for an answer to the P*K*D engraving I sit next to and asked people I met who have lived here a long time. I didn't find anyone who knew or who had noticed the engraving! He's my mystery for now.
There are 2 trees the right distance apart next to my campfire spot. I bought a hammock. I can't believe I never had one before! Its THE most comforting, and pleasant experience. I lie in it and watch the sky, the leaves, and listen to the river rolling along a few feet away. There are small fish here too and they take mouthfuls of emerging flies. I am immersed in life.
Wild Raspberries along the old railway line. Sitting at Eal's pool, its hard to see the fish, but they rise continuously for flies and I spend ages trying to press the shutter at the right moment. But I only get the circles they leave behind. I should have the Gopro on and strapped to my head but there's more fun in the suspense of waiting and maybe missing.I have met a couple of fishermen who say the big fish are arriving, but I haven't seen any for myself. Some of the fish who take the flies are leaving large circles and a definite 'loop' sound. But everyone says the Salmon don't feed in the river.
September is my birthday month and it's a month of transition. Life has reached its peak in August and now its slipping back towards rest. One day we are in the ripe heat of summer, but the next we feel the cooler wind blowing in the scent of fallen leaves.
I explore the trees and logs near Featherstone Castle. The river slows here and leaves behind all sorts of treasures.
December started very cold here at Lambley Viaduct over the South Tyne. The Salmon and Sea Trout were here and leaping, but are now reaching the end of their journey. The tired fish find the quiet water to rest in as near to the bank as they can be. The river rises and falls in a rhythm and with it the fish move too even after they have died. They are swept away as if the sea still calls them.