In previous articles I’ve referred to my love of the River Hodder in Lancashire. Recently I came across some photographs taken one very snowy Saturday morning in, I think, 1991 (or it may have been 1992). It was a splendidly crisp day, and great to walk where no man had gone before, as it were. I started by the Hodder itself, and then decided to drive into the Trough of Bowland and walk up by the Langden Brook, one of the smaller streams that feeds the Hodder. I’d lost the photographs for many years, but have never lost the memory.
The Hodder near Dunsop Bridge (1991?)
Got here before the gritters
Looking down on the Waterworks, Langden Valley, Bowland
I’m the first here – apart from the sheep
The snow is thinner here – but desolate for miles now
As I’ve said before, the Hodder with its villages, and the Trough of Bowland deserve to be much better known – but don’t come in droves will you; I’d like to see it stay peaceful.
