Sunday, 28 April 2013
'The First Swim of Spring'
Three weeks ago it was snow. Great drifts of it, blowing across the moors and banking up against the dry-stone walls until they disappeared.
This stretch of the Pennines was buried and even now, with the sun shining and the overdue daffodils fighting for their section of sky, my road is still closed due to subsidence caused by the weight of the snow and the shifting of rock and mud up top cracking stone work that is decades – maybe centuries – old.
Today the moorlands wear a different mask though. The sun is out and a warm westerly whistles through the burgeoning grasses. The snow has found a new purpose....
I wrote a piece for Caught By The River about my first swim of spring.
You can read it here.
(Photos by Adelle Stripe)