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Whispers on water - a photo journal of our life on the 'cut' dedicated to keeping family and friends informed of our whereabouts.

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Drought, pollution and illegal fishing all threaten our waterways. Spotted something that looks wrong? See it, say it, save it. Call the Environment Agency (EA) Incident Hotline: 0800 80 70

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In Appreciation

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This is a 'Hi' to all my moblog friends who drop in from time to time; just to say thanks for your feedback, comments, humour and enthusiasm.

I spent many years travelling the continents of the world dipping into different cultures and meeting people of every persuasion, each time coming away all the richer for the experience. Let me know where you hail from as it may spark a moments recollection of a place in time I can relate to and share.

Will
5th Aug 2011, 17:12   comments (9)

Towpath Fatalities

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This is the fourth of these wonderful amphibians accidentally killed by cyclists that I've come across over the last few days. Yesterday I was lucky enough to see a large female precariously climb from the canal onto the towpath and tentatively make her way across the towpath into the cool of the brambles and nettles alongside the boat. Please watch out for these delicate creatures underfoot as they seek sanctuary this time of year.
5th Aug 2011, 16:25   comments (2)

Henko?

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5th Aug 2011, 11:07   comments (2)

The Harvest Approaches

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In the lengthening shadows of early evening, me and Gunner took a walk through the fields above the canal to enjoy the spectacle and aroma of acres of golden wheat 'cracking' as it ripens in the heat of the summer sun. Amongst the stalks pigeons feasted on the fallout.
4th Aug 2011, 12:41   comments (1)

Solitude

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Other than the occasional passing cyclist, walker or boat there is little to disturb this peaceful stretch of waterway.
3rd Aug 2011, 16:01   comments (1)

Just Growin'

Photo:
1. A teasel in a tutu!
2. Butterfly bushes in abundance (so were blackberries).
3. A green oasis!
4. Lords and Ladies.
5. I think this is a Japanese Red Cedar, which I found growing close to the River Colne.
3rd Aug 2011, 12:10   comments (1)

Just Cruisin'

Photo:
1. The M25 stalks off into the distance.
2. Just a great bridge.
3. Another lock another friendship made. 4. Approaching Berkhamsted.
5. A proud heritage.
3rd Aug 2011, 11:32   comments (1)

How Prophetic! Where do I sign up?

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England, arise! By Edward Carpenter (1844-1929) published in 1926.

England, arise! The long long night is over,
Faint in the east behold the dawn appear;
Out of your evil dream of toil and sorrow
Arise, O England, for the day is here.
From your fields and hills
Hark! the answer swells:
Arise, O England, for the day is here.
Long, long have been the anguish and the labour,
Dark, dark the clouds of unbelief unrolled,
Dreadful the night when no man trusted neighbour,
Shameful the nightmare-greed of gain and gold;
Yet from fields and hills
Hark! the song now swells:
Arise, O England, for the day is here.
By your young children's eyes so red with weeping,
By their white faces aged with want and fear,
By the dark cities where your babes are creeping
Naked of joy and all that makes life dear;
From your wretched slums
A voice of pity comes:
Arise, O England, for the day is here.
By all your workshops where men sweat and sicken,
Foredone to death, in toil and hope deferred,
Where cheeks are flushed and pulses start and quicken,
Not with glad life but by dark hatred stirred;
From each bench and forge
A sound comes like a surge:
Arise, O England, for the day is here.
By your high homes of wealth and wasteful living,
By your rich tables piled, without good cheer,
By the ennui, ill-health, and sickly striving --
Not great to be, but only to appear;
O'er the weary throng
Strangely floats the song:
Arise, O England, for the day is here.
By your rich orchards, lands of corn and pasture,
Where all day long the voice of joy should ring,
Now mute and desert, by land-grabbers wasted,
Robbed of the love the peasant longs to bring;
From the stricken land
Hark! the words ascend:
Arise, O England, for the day is here.
People of England, all your valleys call you,
High in the rising sun the lark sings clear;
Will you dream on, let shameful slumber thrall you?
Will you disown your native land so dear?
Shall it die unheard --
That sweet pleading word?
Arise, O England, for the day is here.
Over your face a web of lies is woven,
Law that are falsehoods pin you to the ground;
Labour is mocked, its just reward is stolen,
On its bent back sits Idleness encrowned;
How long, while you sleep,
Your harvest shall it reap?
Arise, O England, for the day is here.
Out of your ruin rich men thrive and fatten,
Your merchants rub their hands when food is dear,
Capital says your claims are not forgotten
If wages keep you just starvation-clear;
People of England, when
Will ye rise like men?
Rise and be freemen, for the day is here!
Hear, England, hear! Deliverance is within you;
Though like a man whom death is very near,
Though sick the head, the whole heart faint within you,
Dare to be true! -- and even from the bier
Where your body lies
A new life shall arise,
England shall rise again to life sincere.
Yet thus I warn you: long shall be the struggle,
Not one but many men in it shall die;
This cancerous disease and devil's juggle
Shall not pass in the twinkling of an eye;
To undo their wrong
The people shall strive long:
O that they fail not! for the day is here.
Forth then, ye heroes, patriots and lovers!
Comrades of danger, poverty and scorn!
Mighty in faith of Freedom, your great Mother,
Giants refreshed in joy's new-rising morn!
Come and swell the song
Silent now so long --
England is risen and the Day is here!
1st Aug 2011, 19:49   comments (0)