Assorted Toffees from Colne Engaine
Does landscape have a memory?
All that rain! Last week the Peb took on the stature of the Stour,
the Colne grew to an Avon. The whole valley sang as water spread across
the flat meadows on both sides of the old railway line. Excessive water
flowing, gurgling, eddying, swirling. Ducks whizz down on the current
enjoying the ride. Old forgotten streams, banished into underground
pipes in the 1960s, break their bounds and re-discover their old water
courses, sing their old tunes. Water music in the Colne Valley.
Almost as suddenly as it rose, the water level drops and so does the
temperature. Rooves twinkle white with frost, the sun rises over Chalkney
Wood like a giant jaffa orange. The ground is hard as iron, water like
a stone; we have real winter at last. Then, oh magic for small children
and young dogs! Snow! Only a dusting but enough to make the world look
Christmassy (too late) with whiteness and sparkle.
Then, just briefly, the bones of the valley`s past are revealed as
if by an overlay of tracing paper: the white sprinkling draws faint
outlines of old barns and farmsteads, lost ditches and field boundaries,
walls and lanes; the subterranean remains of long-forgotten settlements.
Meanwhile we watch our steamy breath on the air and feel alive because
it`s cold and bright - we greet each other cheerfully, wrapped up in
scarves, gloves and woolly hats. And in the evening, the long dark
night ahead, we draw the curtains, light the fire and gaze into the
glowing coals. Can we see there some long lost dreams and memories
from our ancestors? The smouldering eyes of wolves, of bears, of prowling
lynx? The startled eyes of running deer, of hare, of hart: the hungry
hunters` quarry?
Layers of memory in our landscape can be revealed by extreme weather;
and layers of memory in our own minds can be evoked at certain times
of year, or when we gaze into a smouldering fire on a cold, dark evening.
Polly Clarke
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