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(That's my Merc parked up)
I turned around and this is the view
The five arched 'Cuttlestone Bridge' is centre right, just follow the fence line.
(There's often some friendly horses grazing here).
Then I cross over the lane and head for the bridge
and start to walk over the bridge
This is 'our' river to the left of the bridge.
(This replacement for the ancient bridge was built in the 18th Century out of local sandstone blocks)
If you have the time and patience to stand and stare you can often see the brilliant blue flash of kingfishers.
Some of the coping blocks on the top of the bridge have been much abused by local youths(?) over the years, but the beautiful lichens still grow there.
Then I look into the slowly flowing waters. It's been so dry here for many weeks. The river swells much deeper and faster normally.
Then look up to the view beyond
Then cross over and look out to the right
The dust-dry field lays ploughed and maybe already seeded, then the river below comes into view.
Yesterday I saw the cows paddling here and drinking the water, their hoof marks are in the mud.
the river continues it's gentle flow towards the village centre, but wait - what do I see in the shallows?
Do you see the shoal of tiny fish in the shallows on the right of the picture? They continue on up into the deeper water too. All new life, makes you feel good.
(Hubby, a keen fisherman has caught big, beautiful brown trout further up-stream)
Before I leave, I love the abutments beneath the bridge, so solid and yet scored by the flow of water
I wish I could have got down to the river bank and show the bridge in profile, such a lovely shape with it's proud arches. What makes you think I love where I live?
Well, looks like I'm delivering bedside tables to Nottingham tomorrow. What ever you're doing have a great weekend, and to my American friends Happy Mothers Day!