Sunday, 16 November 2014

Black Park.

We wanted to catch a last sight of these but we were really too late; we went to Black Park, Slough. I think we used to call it 'Black Rock park' when I was young and it's just north of Slough.

Actually, even though it's only a couple of miles away from Slough, it's like another age - country lanes, woodland, and a lake all within reach of a bustling, busy, town of a 100,000 people.

This is almost Jurassic; the Scots Pines were dramatic in a weak afternoon sun.

There are trees all around the lake and on a day with no wind there were slight breezes that brought strange smells; of animals, of pine trees, of still waters;

We sat and watched a fisherman - every so often fish would surface just away from his float. He'd reel in his bait, cast it over where the fish had been and wait......shortly, the fish would surface just a little way away from the new place.
Lots of people walked their dogs, there's a cafĂ©. 
And these;  
I have no idea what it is, I only know it's poisonous!
It felt like we'd stolen a day......
Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)

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