Thursday, 10 March 2011

Melancholy Talk

This week I've been photographing the remarkable stone-built town of Stamford in Lincolnshire, for a project I'll talk more about later in the spring. In the remains of the day I found myself at the west end of the town, and in particular on this pathway that runs between a stream and the water meadows that stretch out to the River Welland. It's called Melancholy Walk, and is in fact a raised causeway that ends at a few acres of allotments and an isolated cottage. Standing there I was taken back to a spring evening long ago, when aged about three I was taken down here by my two older girl cousins who lived nearby on Tinwell Road. They held my hands and patiently let me toddle on between them until we reached a gateway that's just out of sight to the left of this photograph. We tried to traverse an area of deep black mud churned up by cattle, in an attempt to cross the meadows, but I got stuck fast, my little wellington boots slowly sinking into the ooze. They pulled and pulled, to no avail. And then a man in a raincoat and flat cap appeared, cycling slowly down the causeway either to the allotments or the cottage. "Excuse me mister", the elder girl called out, "But our cousin has got stuck in the mud". He didn't even turn and look, but just shouted over his shoulder "Bugger off".

6 comments:

Ron Combo said...

Excellent! Good personal development material for later on in life when you just miss last orders.

Philip Wilkinson said...

Exactly. Tough love in Lincolnshire. (Love? What's that got to do with it?)

Peter Ashley said...

Yes indeedy. Since this life-forming incident in the fifties I have often been taken-in my deep mud, but have always somehow extricated myself. A very similar incident happened recently on the Langton Caudles near my home, when Son the Youngest went in, arms flailing. But I have a deep-rooted suspicion he did it very deliberately, judging by the look of ecstasy on his face.

Ron Combo said...

Sinking into the ooze. I know all about that.

killemallletgodsortemout said...

The poor chap probably didn't want to run the risk of being the first bloke to be falsely accused of paedophilia in Lincolnshire.

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