Yesterday morning I headed out for walk around the fenland – heading over to the river, Baits Bite Lock. There was a beautiful delapidated lockside house on the far side from the village – sadly just been sold, so it’ll be renovated soon.
Theres alway something powerful about water running over wiers – I could stand and watch for hours, its like a baby man-made waterfall, I suppose.
Then I headed north along the riverside, running pretty much parallel to the railway line. This is the kind of countryside that will look really lovely in early morning mist, as if I’m likely to get up early enough to see that, ha. Wonderful old knarled trees, arranged in an avenue following the course of the river, some of which have rotted with the damp and just fallen over.
Waterbeach showed some of its marine history, someone had a bouy in their garden, they’re rather large when not in the water where you only see the flashing light on the top.
The shop assistant seemed overly polite – I can’t work out whether this is because they don’t have many outsiders, she was new to the job, she was always like that or she didn’t trust me. Maybe a combination.
Outside, the first seat I tried had lost all its slats so I had to wander across the green until I found one that’d take my weight. Its kinda nice sitting on a village green watching the world go about their business around you.
Further through the village I found a bit of the historic Car Dyke, a Roman waterway connecting Waterbeach, Peterborough and Lincoln…a site that’ll be worth visiting again when I’m not feeling tired and wanting to go home.
At the end of the road from the village, where it joins the A10, there was what looked like an empty field – perhaps the kind sometimes inhabited by horses – labelled with a large flapping banner writen in Japanese. Sadly I couldn’t understand it, even reading the kana, enough to know what the field was for.
The A10 itself is far more friendly to walkers and cyclists than the village roads in the area – most of the way you have to walk on the soft grass verge, or on the mettled road getting out the way when a car wants to pass.
While I was out the direction of the wind changed noticably, bringing cold air from the north. This morning I was lying in bed thinking ‘that sounds like a storm, but doesn’t look like one’, clearly todays snow doesn’t give the sky that angry look.
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