yeah though I walk through the Lagan Valley shadow of death//

it feels like the hedgerows are about to tumble down on top of me as I walk along the tow path between Derriaghy and Lambeg, under the red stone bridge, then the countryside opens up on one side, wide open fields and gently rolling hills in the distance, this is my favourite part of the tow path walk.

I’ve tried to love this walk over the last year, I really have tried to see the beauty that isn’t immediately obvious, but the green swamps me, dull green towers over my head, the canal muddy brown and still, still waters, yeah though I walk through the shadow of the Valley of Death, yeah though I walk through the  Lagan Valley of death.

why do we warm to some places and wilt in other places?


Wolfenden’s Bridge

Passed a large funeral today pouring slowly into the Church of Ireland, retired gentlemen in flourescent yellow reflective bibs directing an unusually high proportion of 4×4’s through the church gates.

Walking on to Wolfenden’s Bridge saw a large bird in the field  near the Lagan,where from a distance it looked like a pheasant but quickly turned out to be a buzzard.
He (the buzzard) looked  my direction and hopped up to a tree over-hanging the river.
Wolfenden’s Bridge is narrow and cars go fast so no safe time to loiter.
There have been at least 3 accidents on this stretch of road in the 6months we’ve lived here. As if to bring this point home a PSNI car drives past slowly, sirens wailing and lights flashing.
So a funeral,
and police siren all in the space of 5mins walk.

And to finish it all off, a ghost. Type ‘Wolfenden’s Bridge’ into Google and up comes the story of ‘The Grey Lady of Lambeg’ who for centuries has been seen by witnesses walking the path outside our house towards the church.

So it turns out I am not the only one treading the roads round these parts.