By Rail Through Somerset

When Meg posted her intentional noticings on a train journey to Poznan, I told her about my scribbles on a train. Being Meg of course she wanted to read it, so I’m re-blogging this post from 2011.

Lucid Gypsy

 

country gulls flushed by the 10.53

arrow  from fields with frosty periphery

like yuletide tinsel under threadbare trees

lamb filled ewes  felted and jacketed

join blanketed ponies to nibble on nothing

awaiting a ride or a jar of mint sauce

depart the Levels undulating uphill

where railway huts stand derelict lonesome

the sizzle of pylons shoot towards ozone

old man’s beard helplessly clings to dense hide

of hedge where Roe stags lurk in dank

acres furrowed and ready  for spring

spires crack the  mist near burst  banks

where Saturday shoals of angling young men

stand fishing

and wishing

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The spring at Okohia

Early on a September morning in the year 2000, I was told to get up to go for a walk through the bush. It was hot and humid, but not unbearable, and I was intrigued to know where we were heading. The path was narrow, mostly just one person wide, and with low undergrowth both sides.

Here’s my daughter with my cousin Kelvin.

After a while I began to wonder what might be sharing the path with us , after all there’s no bush without bugs. My sister Patricia laughed and said, yes there are snakes and many things that will bite you. Well I was already bitten, mozzies see me as their own private banquet, and I told myself that most snakes would scuttle away.

After half an hour, we reached our destination, the village spring, with, so I was told, the best water I’d ever taste.

It was definitely a delight for our feet, the best tasting? I can’t remember, but the experience of walking to collect it, makes it the most memorable liquid ever.

Here’s Patricia carrying it home.

I found a foxglove tree

Thanks to a FB post in a very local group, I was drawn to check for myself on my way home from work today. Yes, it really was a Paulownia Tomentosa, the Chinese Foxglove tree.

Still very young, it’s planted in the grounds of a Health Centre, and will eventually grow into a magnificent specimen.

This is one tree that I plan to watch for years to come.

 

 

 

My Place in the World

Most of you know that I live in Exeter, and over the years I’ve posted quite a few photos of my city. So when it comes showing my place in the world, I thought I’d focus on east Devon, some of my favourite places, east of the Exe.

East Devon is where I belong, and my heart will always be in Exeter.

 

Hanuman Trio

Zoomorphic,one of Paula’s five words for Thursday’s challenge

having the form of an animal

of, relating to, or being a deity conceived of in animal form or with animal attributes

Hanuman, the Hindu monkey god, is one of the most revered figures in the religion. Here are three that I found in northern India.

I love Paula’s magical propagating tree. Welcome back Paula.