River Piddle at Throop

[puddleshark]

Water, water, by no means everywhere.



From Briantspuddle I walked ten minutes up the lane to the hamlet of Throop, which is so tiny that someone has created a little homemade sign with the village's name and postcode, to aid lost motorists.

Last time I walked this way, in December, the river was high, and the paths were muddy, and little streams ran in channels beside the path.


Now both paths and streambeds are dry.


August stubblefields. I read in the paper that the UK barley and wheat harvests were exceptionally early this year, but that overnight temperatures were so high that the grain had to be cooled before storage, to avoid fires.

Along the path here, I encountered Bodger the yellow labrador, who, owner nowhere in sight, decided he would join in my walk. (No, he wasn't the Famous Talking Dog of Throop, and he didn't introduce himself - I met another gentleman walking a dog, and he said, "That's Bodger! Hello, Bodger!", and very fortunately put Bodger on the lead, taking him off in search of his owner.)


Back to Briantspuddle, across fields of tall yellow grass and red dock, with the grasshoppers singing.

Comments

[heleninwales]

I'm glad you met someone who took Bodger off your hands. Dogs on their own are a worry, though usually it's just that they've run ahead of their humans who eventually catch up.

[puddleshark]

Yes, it was a relief to meet someone who knew Bodger - I thought I would have to go back to the village and start knocking on doors...