Evening Reflections - Castle Hill Road, Bransholme
Brief reflections in the evening
It’s a hard life
Walking, listening,
seeing, Castle Hill Road off Noddle Hill Way to the Castle Hill (mound) and up
on the road towards Swine. (only two miles away)’
Dog walkers, runners.
Flat, vast vista/horizon, big skies, drains, ditches, water channels, flood lakes, wildlife , birds, being nurtured by the Environment Agency. Few trees.
Centuries ago, monks
and residents travelled along the dykes/ditches on little boats. Carrying
produce. Pork and pigs in the area.
Much brushwood looking
grass in some of the wild patches. Boggy, tufted, reminiscent of similar
landscape in the old Haltemprice area near the site of the old Haltemprice
Priory. They had fresh water, East Hull didn’t. Centuries ago. Water is
important but it can bog people down.
Can we nurture more
homes, people, communities?
There is a desolate,
lonely air , a vast expanse of horizon and huge skies. It is a strange beauty.
It would be difficult
working in this kind of environment centuries ago. The ancient days.
It was a hard life.
Felt the Lord saying Embrace Life
Embrace how it is now, live in it, on and in and with the water. Don’t get bogged down. Learn from the artists. Create life and beauty in desolate places.Contrast the wide open spaces with few people around, the desolation with Sutton/Wawne museum . A warm welcome, hot tea/coffee, a community, histori facts and information, artefacts and warmth for each other and their visitors... This is the oasis in desolation. Community. People connecting, interacting, caring for each other.