remembrance of things past Oct 2007 |
As an inner city kid, I spent endless after school hours with a gang of similar street kids along the River Frome – a poor thing as rivers go - slotted between the backs of the houses and the Bristol Rovers Football ground. There we made high velocity pea-shooters from the magenta balsam which grew head high along the river bank, optimistically tried to kill water rats with harpoons forged from stair rods in the sulphurous inferno of the blacksmiths shop at the end of the street, and cowered at the site of swans who patrolled the river and which we had been led to believe took every opportunity to break arms with a single beat of their wing. |
morning mist over the river along with the innocence of youth and no doubt some civic jobsworth has now bedecked the area in warning signs and entombed the river in concrete under the M32 and so spoiling all the fun. |
p A rare site - Three male and one female Eider duck flying low over the sea near Poole. |
The path anticlockwise passes above pottery pier and a beach entirely comprised of broken glazed earthenware pieces, a unique reminder of the potting industry which once flourished here. |