Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Thursday, 17 February 2011
Remember that little brook that runs past the back of my workshop, that has been watering fields, humans and animals for thousands of years? Well I took a little walk up to the top with a camera today, and here's the unedited results. The stone structure with a cistern is a Victorian control-system for the lake. The piles of stone seen in the edge of the fields are parts of old Roman villas which have been ploughed-out by farmers. The many Scot's Pines that are around are a signal of how ancient this place is - they are self-seeding. The brook breaks ground from the fields at the top (but starts a lot further up - about 3 miles away - who knows?), then when it gets to my workshop, goes underground again, beneath the old Coaching Road to London from Bath, then joins the 'Bybrook', which is packed full of fat, brown trout. The dog's name is Dolores.