The title of this blogpost is "Long" but maybe it should have been "Long Eaton". However, back in June 2005 when this blog began I decided that every blogpost would have a single word title and after almost eighteen years of blogging I am stubbornly sticking with that choice.
"O God, I could be bounded in a nut shell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams." - Hamlet Act II scene ii
4 April 2023
Today was a beautiful early spring day with wall to wall sunshine and blue skies. I caught the 10.36 train to Long Eaton via Derby, returning via the direct 16.49 train. In between, I walked the best part of twelve miles and I was so weary when I got home that I promptly fell asleep for an hour.
South and east of Long Eaton it is a very watery world, The River Trent flows there and there are huge ponds that evidence gravel and sand industries of past decades as well as ingenious Victorian canals. Above - you can see St Mary's Church in the Leicestershire village of Attenborough whence David Attenborough acquired his family name.
Above - a couple sit by The River Trent at Trent Lock - looking towards the cooling towers at Ratcliffe-on-Soar power station.
Above - the buds of a young horse chestnut tree have burst forth to reveal another year's early growth and below - a roadside view of thirteenth century All Saints Church in Sawley.
Getting back to the title of this blogpost - upon reflection I think I can justify it by virtue of the fact that it was a pretty long walk .
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I love the daffodils in the last photo. They always say "spring" to meReplyDelete
Do you jump?Delete
That last picture took me right back to my boarding school year and the rambles we did on Sundays after church.ReplyDelete
It was indeed a long walk. I am not surprised you needed a wee nap.
Pretty tricky. You surprised us with your ending.ReplyDelete
I am like Nixon - Tricky Dicky!Delete
You're a better man than I am, Professor Pudding.ReplyDelete
I think after all that time, there would be a lot of duplicate titles along the way. I end up with duplicate titles and I place no such limitations on myself.ReplyDelete
I don't care about duplicate titles.Delete
The last photo is luscious and well worth enlarging on a full screen.ReplyDelete
The cooling towers should be operating and belching out that filthy polluting steam so the clearly visible pollution can horrify a new generation into the embracing of solar and wind.
Britain has made huge strides in that direction Andrew.Delete
Definitely a LONG walk. I walked to the shop and back, took about ten minutes including the time to purchase a newspaper. Since then I've walked outside twice, to check the mailbox and to move a bin to the front for collection tomorrow.ReplyDelete
Beautiful pictures today. I wish our country had even half as much water as yours.
Please don't overdo the walking River!Delete
What a wonderful day to be out for a long walk! I envy you; the past weekend here was not walk-friendly weatherwise, and this week is not walk-friendly busy-wise.ReplyDelete
The last picture says so much about spring in your part of the world.
Being retired I can go walking almost any day I choose but I tend not to walk when we are looking after our Little Princess. It wouldn't be fair on Shirley.Delete
Ideal weather and beautiful surroundings for a nice long walk.ReplyDelete
And no hills either!Delete
I enjoyed many walks in that area when I lived nearby. Much gentler than Yorkshire and north Derbyshire walks, with a Southern feel.ReplyDelete
They talk funny down there.Delete
Smashing Spring photos. Can you send us some of that lovely fine weather please?ReplyDelete
No. I am not God!Delete
A good day for it though, YP.ReplyDelete
I think I would have sat on a bench facing away from the cooling towers.
I don't mind the cooling towers. They have long been part of our landscape and now they are disappearing.Delete
Too bad the cooling towers were n the shots. I do love that idyllic last photo.ReplyDelete
Cooling towers are kinda cool and becoming part of history now.Delete
Twelve miles! Whoa!ReplyDelete
I like what you're seeing through your new camera.
I am still not sure about the new camera.Delete
Thank you for taking us along on the walk. A nice way to start my morning.ReplyDelete
You are welcome Mr Penguin. Next time - no moaning about your feet!Delete
I never noticed that you always only use one-word titles. Now I want to go back and check but I believe you, Neil.ReplyDelete
Yup! Always one word.Delete
Lovely photos, as always. Our snow is almost gone so spring should be around the corner.ReplyDelete
You could always go with "LongEaton." Is that cheating? (Then again, I like your second association, with the length of your walk.) I like the photo of the horse chestnut buds. Now that I'm not walking Olga on the Heath anymore I've missed some of those spring sights.ReplyDelete