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Gordale Scar, Malham Tarn & Watlowes

August 28, 2010

Disappointing English summer crashed the scar where Turner painted,
Minor hoards of a last bank holiday plastic pole walkers glanced upon,
The few adventurous hikers and occasional naive tourist ventured to the foot of the falls,
Single-digit percentages of the already reduced clamber slipped beyond view up beyond the less informed.

I sat down next to men that live next to the men that hung a monkey,
They seemed like nice guys though I wondered what the ancestors of the men that hung a monkey would have to say about their neighbours who remember the monkey hanging.

Muddy sweaty two-wheeled racers passed me on the shores of the tarn, unsure of route, certain of goal.

Photographed a brown cow off the Pennine Way, yawning at a short life next to red crossed sheep in the velvet grass,
Vegetarian thinking in leather boots against what I would image if none ate meat of the sacred animal.

I was offered biscuits by the 3 male friends of the Chinese girl, none of which had climbed the rocks yet sat in the rain above Malham,
They had travelled another way, rejoicing in the lines of the limestone snake that laid in the valley below.

A wet plateau discouraged most the garish colours in the cove hoping for peregrine glow,
Cut the wrong way cross green slopes to RAV beyond, wet, change, dry, refreshed, always wondering…. Ribblehead now

DSC_0033 - MOD1 - View along Hell Gill leaving Malham - IB28-8-2010

A sunny start from Malham (view along Hell Gill) but with skies threatening the bad weather to come on most of this walk.

DSC_0045 - MOD1 - View to Gordale Scar from near Janets Cave - IB28-8-2010

View to Gordale Scar from near Janet’s Cave

DSC_0050 - MOD1 - Approaching Gordale Scar - IB 28-8-2010 

Entering Gordale Scar

DSC_0051 - MOD1 - Lower Falls in Gordale Scar - IB 28-8-2010

The slippery vertical scramble up the Lower Falls in Gordale Scar – on a wet day like this most people turn back and take the easy route across the adjacent hillside.

DSC_0057 - MOD1 - View form top of Bottom Falls in Gordale Scar - IB 28-8-2010

View from top of Bottom Falls in Gordale Scar

DSC_0054 - MOD1 - Upper Falls in Gordale Scar - IB 28-8-2010

Upper Falls in Gordale Scar

DSC_0066 - MOD1 - Gordale Scar - flowering rock face - IB 28-8-2010

Flowering rock face in Gordale Scar

DSC_0060 - MOD1 - View back down Gordale Scar - IB 28-8-2010

A look back down Gordale Scar

DSC_0061 - MOD1 - Upper Gordale Scar - IB 28-8-2010

Upper Gordale Scar

DSC_0075 - MOD1 - Eroded Limestone Plateau above Gordale Scar - IB 28-8-2010

Eroded Limestone Plateau above Gordale Scar

DSC_0079 - Cattle grazing by Water Sinks on Penine Way south of  Malham Tarn - IB 28-8-2010

Grazing by the Water Sinks on Pennine Way south of Malham Tarn

DSC_0082 - MOD1 - Looking south down Watloes from Comb Hill - IB 28-8-2010

Looking south down Watloes from Comb Hill

DSC_0090 - MOD2 - View south form limestone plateau on top ofMalham Cove - IB 28-8-2010

View south from Eroded Limestone Plateau on top of Malham Cove

DSC_0094 - MOD1 - Malham Cove - IB 28-8-2010

Malham Cove

DSC_0096 - MOD1 - Malham Cove - IB 28-8-2010

Malham Cove

DSC_0101 - MOD1 - Ribblehead Viaduct - IB 28-8-2010

Ribblehead Viaduct : A quick dash from Malham after the walk

Cambodunum Nuovo

February 1, 2010

View a new site
Another project presented
Resentment potential quotient unknown
Opportunity to impress
Chance to redress
Tutelage non è dittatura 
Think I’ll still use colour
That’s My Game

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?

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