Tag Archives: River Dee

Confluence

But where does the river sit in all of this: as a reflection of (and receptacle for) change?   Surface Tension, Rob St John This is as far as I can go.  I have been following the course of the River … Continue reading

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A Sedimentary Resonance

Viewed from my vantage point on the old lifeboat station, Hilbre’s role as guardian of the seaward approach to the River Dee becomes clear.  Her cliffs, layers of weathered red and yellow sandstone come to a point just here.  Sitting … Continue reading

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Return to the Chalets

In April 2013 I wrote on this site about the plotlander movement of the inter-war years and the riverside chalets on the Dee at Farndon, near Chester.  The piece stirred up quite a lot of interest; I even heard from … Continue reading

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The Sands of Dee

Walking along the foreshore of the Dee estuary near Parkgate, enjoying the silence and the wide vista of land and sky, I was put in mind of the old poem by Charles Kingsley, The Sands of Dee.  Kingsley was Canon of Chester Cathedral at … Continue reading

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Towers of Flint

          That from this castle’s tatter’d battlements           Our fair appointments may be well perused.           Methinks King Richard and myself should meet           … Continue reading

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And All the Wheels of Being

Wheels must turn steadily, but cannot turn untended. There must be men to tend them, men as steady as the wheels upon their axles, sane men, obedient men, stable in contentment. Crying: My baby, my mother, my only, only love; … Continue reading

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The Chalets of Farndon

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  The chalet colony, through which I walked with Anna on that bright morning, was larger and more cheerful than the neighbouring villages.  Nobody needed an expulsion order to move in. ‘Ghost Milk: Calling Time on the Grand Project’ – … Continue reading

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Bring Me My Bow

  Pilgrim paths, green roads, drove roads, corpse roads, trods, leys, dykes, drongs, snarns, snickets – say the names of paths out loud and they become a poem or rite – holloways, bostles, shutes, driftways, lichways, ridings, halterpaths, cartways, carneys, … Continue reading

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Swimming Against the Stream

  You dreamed of this island and I wanted to buy you the book Remember? You said it was too much.   The river sweeps past Hilbre’s rocks carrying the silt of Berwyn Hills out into the Celtic sea.   … Continue reading

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