Land………….. such a wide variety of possible takes on such a simple word.
This is my response to jansenphoto Dutch Goes the Photo challenge this week
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I loved the open heathland as a girl.
We would take our sugar sandwiches and bottles of pop up the dusty track to the top of the hill, seeing slow worms and sand lizards on our way.
If we were lucky, we’d see tadpoles and newts swimming in the pools, not to mention the beautiful butterflies, dragonflies and damsel flies in their fluorescent colours.
Stag beetles, voles, even tiny mice were likely to cross our path, but by the time I was 7, things began to change.
In 1963, fifty nine houses and 68 bungalows were on the drawing boards to be completed by the end of the following year.
An ‘Aunt’ by friendship rather than relation was one of the first to live there, originally in a cul-de-sac that became one of the roads in and out within ten years.
More and more land was claimed, pushing Nature to one side as they polluted the heathland and surrounding environment with their bulldozers, property developments and infrastructure.
Today it stands as one of the largest housing estates in Europe.
In another vein, we saw (in our opinion) mass destruction in Lincolnshire, where trees were felled for profit, only to lay and rot in the mud whilst others were marked to follow.
Walks we enjoyed, listening to the bird song or watching wildlife scurry to the safety of the tree roots as we sat on old tree trunks became obstacle courses, quagmires of black slime and stinking decay. In the eerie silence, no pleasure was found, no beauty seen.
From the beauty and pleasure of our walks in the woods above
To this, the last time we saw it.Note:
photos in this post are my own.
It’s amazing what is done in the name of progress, and ofttimes, there’s a better way. Wonderful post!
Thank you
Sugar sandwiches! Haven’t had one of those delights for such a long time!
Showing my age Steve. You were a cissy too if you wiped the top of the pop bottle as it was passed around. Oh the innocence of childhood.
Indeed… but happy memories!
🙂 🙂
Progress is everywhere isn’t it … sad to think what the sacrifice often is. Great post
Thank you.
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thank you!
It is a terrible tragedy to think about what we are willing (or forced) to sacrifice in the name of modernization and development. Dr. Seuss’ story “The Lorax” becomes more and more prophetic each day.
The photos were wonderful.
Luck is indeed required. In the early spring the amphibians of the Sourland Mountain Range will make their migration to the vernal pools to lay their eggs. I have attempted photograpy but have not been lucky enough to be at the pools when the eggs have hatched.
Thanks for sharing.
We get a fair few toads here, one of which was trying to get inside the ladies shower block last year!