Uphilldowndale

Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

Salted Seasons.

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I pulled in the car park at the top of Holme Moss for all ten minuets today and watched four seasons of weather whizz by.

There was hail, sleet and a dash of show

Sleeting Holme Moss_

Emly Moor mast,  briefly sparkled in the sun, it stands at over a thousand feet in height and is a Grade II listed building, it puts the wind turbines in the shade.

Emley Moor_

These dark satanic looking  turbines emerged out of the swirling hail, they brought to mind the film, War of The Worlds, as the seemingly marched across the moors.

Black wind farm 2_

Back over the county boundary from Yorkshire into Derbyshire, I met the gritter lorry climbing the steep hill casting its cargo of salt. That’s a shame I thought, I’d have liked a photo of that,  I rather like the bleached grass, the empty road, the tar black winter heather, the flash of orange; but  there was no where to pull over. 

Then it occurred to me that it would, being a Derbyshire county council lorry, turn at the summit and county boundary, and come back down the hill again,  so I swung into one of the big laybys (designed I suspect for when in heavy snow, the gritter lorry can’t make it up the hill and needs to  turn and retreat).

Got it! 

Gritting_

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Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

7 thoughts on “Salted Seasons.

  1. Beautifully caught moments. The teacher in me can’t help wishing that I was there watching you dancing your ten minuets at the summit.

  2. Got it and pounced on it you did!

    Did you see the horse in the first picture? It may have been dancing minuets too, but it’s hard to tell in the stormlight. What a wonderful series of photos!

  3. Great post and pictures. Love the War of the Worlds idea 🙂

  4. Good post and pictures, and interesting links as always. xx

  5. It took only the mention of those “dark, satanic turbines” to take me straight back to eighth grade, and my memorization of Blake’s famous poem, “The New Jerusalem.”

    “And did those feet in ancient time
    Walk upon England’s mountains green?
    And was the holy Lamb of God
    On England’s pleasant pastures seen?

    And did the Countenance Divine
    Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
    And was Jerusalem builded here
    Among these dark Satanic Mills?

    Bring me my bow of burning gold!
    Bring me my arrows of desire!
    Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
    Bring me my charriot of fire!

    I will not cease from mental fight,
    Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
    Till we have built Jerusalem
    In England’s green and pleasant land. ”

    Well, Blake’s vision didn’t quite come to pass, at least in the way he envisioned it, but there’s no doubt that you have a green and pleasant land, and the photos are splendid. Thanks for the post, and for stirring the memory. I do love that our teachers insisted we make so many poems a part of our lives. They do pop up from time to time, even more than a half-century later.

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