Burnley Express and Advertiser
Wednesday 5 November 1902
Nature Notes From Roggerham
What a walk! It has rained continuously for a week, and at noon to-day in coming up from Burnley it was as though the flood-gates of heaven were set open. How the waters rushed down! Every pathway was a miniature torrent, and shallow pools waited for unwary steps on all sides. But for the physical discomfort of wet clinging garments one could have stood and gazed with ever-increasing wonder at those rushing waters. What is more beautiful than living, moving water? There were cascades of transparent foam falling over the emerald green of mossy stones, or brilliant bramble leaves, or clear as crystal, pouring through a self-made channel of yellow sand. And the water courses proper, which in summer time one can walk over at almost any point with a mere wetting, these to-day were rapids, roaring, rushing, nearly up to the frail-looking bridges which spanned them, dangerous to nearly all life; indeed, we had the greatest difficulty in making our dog cross the narrow planks. In a smaller stream, which yet looked sufficiently violent, we saw some beautiful ducks resting in the side pools and shallows; they seemed to be enjoying the fun immensely. On such a day one has enough to do to mind one's steps, yet even to the cursory glance the landscape was weirdly beautiful. Those hills which could be seen looked nearer and bigger, and were of a vivid grey, as though they, too, had shared in the general wash. We did not meet a soul. Nature in her wild mood has it all to herself. -A.L.G.
_________________ Mel
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