A four mile walk to see the source of Lancashire's longest river.
The source of all Ribble
Tag: River Ribble
Trailing Tolkien
One ring at the heart of the Shire. A seven-mile walk that starts where it ends.
Confluence
There is a quiet thunder where the Hodder and Ribble ram. You feel it more than hear it. There’s a constant wet tumbling, but also a silent thudding, sensed more than detected. It was the only place to go to determine what should be done.
Edisford Bridge
Painted by Turner One drawback of my father’s occupation as a self-employed milk deliveryman was that we never went on holiday in a conventional sense. A compensatory benefit was that, because he finished his round by about one p.m., half-day trips were possible whenever the weather was benevolent. He’d give me the choice: we could … Continue reading Edisford Bridge
Down; by the Riverside
The river Ribble flowed at a funereal pace. The tide was low, and the drakes and dams arranged along the water’s edge observed a minute’s silence. And then another. And another. Contemplating ad-infinitum. It was a gloriously clear February morning following an overnight frost. The sun had the first token warmth of the year, and … Continue reading Down; by the Riverside
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