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The north-west of Lancashire has some very pretty countryside, which is largely given over to farmland and pasture.
I was on the minor road from Dunlichity to Essich and stopped to take in the view along the river. There were clouds but it was a nice afternoon, you can see a ruined croft house in the distance. One day I will try to visit that house if I can work out access to it.
This was taken from the side of the country road that goes from Brixworth, out of shot to the right, towards the village of Naseby. It was near Naseby in 1645 that the major battle of the English Civil War took place. Eventually, this led to the beheading of the King, and a strict parliament with Oliver Cromwell taking the role of Lord Protector. He died in 1658. The monarchy was re-established in 1660, with Charles II (son of the executed king) taking the throne. Royalists got their revenge on Cromwell by disinterring his body from Westminster Abbey, hanging it at Tyburn for a few hours, and then chopping off his head and placing it on a long pole on the roof of the building that was the scene of his father's execution.
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I thought before we went to England that there would be no open spaces. This is a example of how wrong I was.
Across the wild countryside
Where the green across the land does ride
Where trees they bloom and horses graze
Through the seasons and the days
Feeding on natures growing green
That across the land is now seen
Sheep enjoying the view over the lovely Powys countryside Mid Wales...
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Dry and down , shadows fall
The ground below, it does call
For the kiss of the sun
That across the sky does run
Placing rays upon the Earth
Where creation, it gave birth
To the tree , now fallen and bare
That no longer rules the wild air
This is the countryside near Aughton, in the north-west of Lancashire. The city of Lancaster is just a few miles away, out of shot to the right. Below us is the valley of the River Lune, while on the other side of the valley is the Forest of Bowland - a former hunting area. This is very similar to the Yorkshire Dales but is far less well known.
This shows many of the elements that make up life in the Cotswolds - basically a farming community. There are sheep which have a huge place in Cotswold history. Then there are the horsey things, the fences, and hedges - not just to delineate the fields, but also for the hunting which is so much a part of the local community and makes sure that the fields, hedges and fences are properly maintained. You can also see the tractor marks in the fields that show that the land is well tended too...
The Cotswolds, like much of the British countryside, is not really wild - it has been manipulated to produce what you see today, to produce food etc, over many, many generations. The ancient. forests that used to co ver that land can only be seen in a few places, and many of them were crafted to suit the ancient kings who liked to hunt.
We travelled through the Yorkshire Dales today, where we saw the two highest of the Yorkshire Three Peaks. We drove past Whernside, the highest - and to be honest - the least impressive. Then we saw in the distance from Kingsdale the second highest, which is Ingleborough (2,372 feet above sea level). This well-known landmark can be seen from many miles away.
Our homeswapping adventure in 2012 included one in Lasswade, not far from Edinburgh, this is the countryside in winter.
Subarnarekha River flowing through galudih a place 8 km away from Ghatshila situated in the Jharkhand state of India.
Shadows of a wooden rail
Stood under the rays that sail
Across the fields from the sun up high
The solar ruler of the sky
That shines down, sending rays which sail
Over the fields, making shadows of a rail
"Lonely trees are not lonely; they have their eternal companies: Songs of the birds; shadows of the clouds; lights of the Moon; whispers of the winds... Lonely trees are not lonely!" - Mehmet Murat Ildan
Through the leaves, into the green
Past the trees, so tall, serene
Into the wild ,you do walk
As above birds, they sing and talk
Under your feet , you hear the sound
Of the leaves, crying on the ground
Crying to once again rise up
Fill sweet natures loving cup
Provide a shield, under the skies
Place some beauty in all eyes