this was once the coast

April 6, 2010

but now it’s land. These are the Rother levels in the Isle of Oxney – a series  of creeks slicing through the marshy pastures – a landscape that seems to affect me deeply lately . . .

have to stop the car every time  – have to walk them! The town, Smallhythe, was an important port with ship yards using the local oak as material – but the main river altered its course leaving  thin ribbons of water so now this landscape is quiet, open and uncluttered . .

(As if a river should carry all

the scenes that it had once reflected

shut in its waters, and not floating

on momentary surfaces.) E Bishop. The Weed.

. . .this landscape also reminds me of Ravilious, Samuel Palmer and Constable . . .

. . and the Romney Marsh sheep, an early long wool breed, manage foot rot and scald while us 2 footers are likely to get trench foot.  Sheep, lambs and spring . . . we’re getting there slowly now towards some vague warmth, some ripening of buds and just some glint of May green foliage. Can’t wait!

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