Salmon Pool aka St James Weir

I can’t stand beside the bench where I took this photo last June,

because a sink hole opened and swallowed the bench and the corner bank it was standing on. The weir at Salmon Pool is mostly dry, the river is flowing through a gap at the end of the damaged weir and the mill leat is temporarily sealed off.

Apparently there will be no repair, nature will take it’s course and the river will gradually return to the way it was, centuries ago before the weir was built.

Frost in Exeter

Now I know that many of you experience months of frost and snow every winter, but recently it’s only occurred three or four times a year here. So I rarely get a chance to take icy photos. This morning my car told me it was -1 degrees, and the ground over in the fields was frozen. It was a brilliant blue sky day though and the frost in the hedgerows was slowly melting.

 
Apparently it will rain for the next seven days now, so I’m glad I caught the pretty cold stuff while I could. Rain means a temperature rise of eight to ten degrees, thanks goodness because the heat wasn’t working in my office on Friday, not much fun sitting still in 14 degrees!

In the valley park

Hedge laying is an ancient skill, it’s been around since the 16th century when landowners had to contain their livestock, because of the acts of enclosure. Different styles of laying can be seen around the country, and laying takes place in winter when there are no birds nesting and before the sap rises.

When I walked in the valley park this morning, the hedge between what I call the middle and bottom fields, had been recently laid. It’s opened up the view from the middle field at the rear of this photo way across the hills on the west of the estuary.

I’m glad the skills are still kept alive, but I can’t help wondering what the foxes make of it.

PEREUNT ET IMPUTANTUR

The hours pass and are reckoned to our account.

I ended up missing most of Becky’s Time Square challenge in December, this photo wold have been the last one.

The astronomical clock in Exeter Cathedral is 15th century. The clock depicts what was then the known solar system, with the black fleur-d-lys sun going round the dial every 24 hours.The dial above the main one was added in the 18th century and it has one hand to tell the minutes.

May 1942

On the night of 3/4 May 1942, just after midnight, 20 bombers arrived over the town centre, and in 70 minutes devastated the town centre and Newtown area. Bombs fell in High St, Sidwell St and Fore St, starting fires in the houses and shops there, which were soon out of control. Fire brigade and emergency services struggled to tame the fires, under the threat of unexploded ordnance and despite strafing by German bombers.[1] Reinforcements from the fire services at Torquay and Plymouth arrived to help; eventually 195 appliances and 1,080 personnel were employed to bring the fires under control, which was largely achieved by 5 May, though sporadic outbreaks continued until mid-day of 7 May.[1] 30 acres of the city were devastated, 156 people were killed and 583 injured.

Cornforth, David (10 March 2014). “The Exeter Blitz – April and May 1942”. Exeter Memories. Wikipedia.

Fifty years later,

Time passes, things change and people heal.

It’s day eleven of Becky’s #timesquare challenge for December, and there’s still time to join in

#time square

This photo was going to be my Wordless Wednesday, but I realised how it marked the passing of time.

20181122_153726 (002)When I was in my teens, I remember the archaeological dig in front of the cathedral, but I didn’t realise the significance of the Roman baths they exposed and then covered over. Now I wish I’d taken more notice. A few years ago, the city made a bid for lottery funding to open up the baths, but it failed, so I don’t suppose I’ll get to see them.

Becky has glowing square sunsets today!