Sandbagged!

Sandbagged!
Photograph by Steve Barnett

Monday, 16 December 2013

Different but the same...

My mother river, the Derbyshire Wye, which taught me so much about dry fly fishing, is said to be only 15 miles long.  In that 15 miles it changes from a moorland trickle of surface water, constantly dripping out of the blackest cauldron of peat you could imagine, to a splendid, limestone, spring-fed river full of life and beauty.  I usually fish along the last few miles, where the land is fat and the river is a peaceful thing, meandering through the almost level pastureland between Bakewell and Great Rowsley.  A few miles upriver the scene is quite different.  The surroundings are steep sided "Dales".  On several occasions I have had the privilege of fishing up here as a very honoured guest and it is a delightful place to be.  There is a footpath open to the public alongside its true left bank and from time to time, in winter, I like to wander along here with a camera.  Last week, hoping to aid recovery following some minor surgery, I went on such a walk and fell in love with this piece of large woody debris.  A photograph simply had to be made in homage to the power of the river and this now dead, but still useful, tree.

The Derbyshire Wye in Miller's Dale
What do you reckon to it?


RR

4 comments:

  1. RR: Beautiful snap. Best of luck with the recovery.
    robert

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  2. I hope you're recovering well Rod. The picture of your river is beautiful.

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  3. Nice photo. Glad too see you're blogging again.

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  4. Thanks for sharing a beautiful stream--hope you are better

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