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Anyway,
unable to suppress my insatiable
appetite for travel and adventure, I
crossed the road to Davy Down.
First I
marvelled at the viaduct, and
then I went and marvelled at the pumping
station, but to be honest I couldn't
warm to the scrap metal fish that looked
as if it had been eaten, and similar
other sculptures they've got down there. But
what do I know about works of art? I'm only a Yokel.
Anyway, as I settled down on a bench to share a Ginster’s pasty
with Dalai, there was
that thought rattling around in my head
again: “There’s something missing.”
Well, I
don’t get many thoughts, so I couldn’t
ignore this one, so I pondered upon it.
And then it came to me.
This summer I went on a lovely boat trip
up one of the nicer bits of the
Thames, and what I noticed was, all the
beautiful mature trees, and especially
the lovely weeping willows that look so
perfect next to waterways.
Well, I know our bit of the Mardyke can’t
exactly compete with the Thames or the
Norfolk Broads and the like, but I don’t
see why we can’t have a few of they
lovely trees alongside our little bit of
river. Wouldn’t they look bootiful
- especially if the tall weeds and
overgrown river bank was cleared back
enough in a few places so that you could
actually see over it to get a bit of a look at
the water. I'm sure plenty of
densely overgrown bits could still be
left for wildlife.
Now the Mardyke Valley is nice enough in
its own way, but let’s face it, it’s a
bit ‘scrubby’ looking, and I recon a few
weeping willows and majestic oaks and things
like that
could help to transform the place, especially
for generations to come.
I know they’ve done a lot of
improvements down
there already, and there’s always more that can
be done, and I know it would probably
cost a fortune to make the entire place
into a proper country-style park - but a
bit more careful clearing and planting
in places might help - even if it was
only in one particular designated area -
for instance, in the Field of Peace
maybe.
I recon - What we wants is Willows.
Anyway, I’d better pop off now, ‘cos I’m
meeting my brother, the village idiot,
up the Dog & Partridge in a minute.
Cheerio.
Your
Local Yokel. |