Archive for September, 2009

Battleship Grey

September 24, 2009

Above the waitrose near London Road
High I stand with downtown grand
Why did they clad me battleship grey?
See the big wheel, bright n new
Spinning people overview
Why did they clad me battleship grey?
Excited when contractors came
Tore down my tired sheath
Promises of a new life
Why oh why did they clad me battleship grey?

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Jaggers Clough to Kinder

September 15, 2009

DSC_0010 - MOD2 - Pattern Pool in Jaggers Clough - 15-09-09

Pond Pattern in Jaggers Clough

DSC_0021 - MOD2 - View Down Jaggers Clough - 15-09-09

View East along Jaggers Clough to Derwent Edge (left distance) and Win Hill (right distance).  The triangular shadow on the face of Win Hill is Lose Hill.

DSC_0035 - MOD2 - Lose Hill from Kinder Plateau near Sunset - 15-09-09

Lose Hill from Kinder Plateau nearing sunset

DSC_0048 - MOD2 - Kinder Sunset from East End Kinder Plateau - 15-09-09

Sunset over Edale from Kinder Plateau

Grindsbrook Clough to Kinder

September 9, 2009

DSC_0012 - MOD2 - near foot fo Grindsbrook Clough - 09-09-09

Entering Grindsbrook Clough

DSC_0016 - MOD1 - Grindsbrook Clough - 09-09-09

Grindsbrook Clough

DSC_0022 - MOD1 - Rock Face in Grindsbrook Clough - 09-09-09

Rock face in Grindsbrook Clough

DSC_0024 - MOD2 - Grindsbrook Clough - 09-09-09

View down Grindsbrook Clough

DSC_0033 - MOD1 - Walkers down Grindsbrook Clough - 09-09-09 

Hikers heading down Grindsbrook Clough

DSC_0061 - MOD1 - Grindsbrook Clough - 09-09-09

View down Grindsbrook Clough

DSC_0040 - MOD2 - Grindsbrook Clough - 09-09-09

Water cascade in Grindsbrook Clough

DSC_0078 - MOD2 - Stone Formations near head of Grindsbrook Clough - 09-09-09

Rock formations (is that a dog or landlocked Nessie?) on Kinder Plateau near head of Grindsbrook Clough

DSC_0088 - MOD2 - Stone Face and Quiff - South Rim Kinder Plateau - 09-09-09

Rock Head with Quiff – South Rim Kinder Plateau

Ringinglow

September 8, 2009

Sitting in the Ringinglow
Backlit blue in grey cotton wool
Pennine spitting heading east
Street light winking through the willow
Cast distant to sites no longer
Towers crashed on man’s plunger
Traffic ribbon where viaduct weaves
No smoke of toil nor hammers crashing
Gears of industry no longer gnashing