English weather? I love it. I love it's unpredictability. It seems like a metaphor for life itself. You never know what you are going to get.
On Sunday morning I woke to snow. It covered the garden and the blooming daffodils and the road and poor Clint - shivering in his special parking place. And then on Monday morning I woke to blue sky, bright sunshine and spring greenery. The contrast could hardly be more stark.
I drove up to the flatlands near the town of Goole - "England's premier inland port". I was there to walk and to take photographs in the beautiful light.
|Goole - seen across a bend in The River Ouse|
I walked in four villages I had never visited before. They all sit close to The River Ouse, protected from flooding by earth embankments and flood walls and pumping stations. They were - Old Goole, Swinefleet, Reedness and Whitgift.
|Old phone box in Reedness|
South of these villages there is a wide expanse of flat farming land dissected by long straight drains. There are occasional lonesome farms and you ponder a while to imagine how it must be to live in such places, without neighbours or communities.
Whitgift has a lovely old church made from limestone even though there are no stone quarries for many a mile. I imagine rafts and barges bringing the stone down Yorkshire's river system - probably from the ancient quarries nearTadcaster. The church was built in 1304 - replacing an earlier building. It seems almost incredible that our forebears would go to so much trouble transporting stone like that.
|The Church of Mary Magdalene, Whitgift|
|Whitgift Lighthouse by The Ouse|