Crimson’s Creative Challenge #40
First time by this way I came, I waded through a streamlet deep
Second time by here I trudged through mud, residual of the water seep
Third time the ground was dry; I wondered why.
35 words. Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #40
This little place is locally known as Mud Hole… which is a corruption of Mud Hall, for a century past there was a hall, marked on the map, to left of here. Its bricks and mortar can still be seen poking from the accumulated muck and leaf litter.
In Roman times a stream rose south of here and flowed beneath these steps. That same stream still flows after heavy rains, fed now by buried field drains, the spout of one just visible beside the steps.
crispina kemp 
Now that you pointed it out I can see the spout. Interesting background on the picture.
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A couple of years back I did a history project focused on the adjacent village. And thus learned of the changing structure of the land. That year (2 years) I spent a lot of time here. Less so since then, but it holds a special place for me.
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Another lovely way to learn about an area!
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For a while this was almost my second home. It’s a beautiful, held close to my heart
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It is beautiful.
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Yea 🙂
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What an interesting background! I would love to visit that place one. You surely have done a lots of research to find so much about it!
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Oh, found much, much, much more than that. History. My thing. 🙂
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My love too! 💕✨
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Yes, this we share. Is your interest in the big picture (national and worldwide) on the local, regional?
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My interest in the big picture as well as the detail oriented one. I love dwelling upon local culture around the world.
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That’s good. We’re less able to understand the local view, without first we look at the frame wherein it fits. But then, to believe every place conforms to the whole is a vast mistake
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Thank you for sharing this with us Crispina! ❤
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My pleasure. Glad you enjoyed. 🙂
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Thank you for the history. Very interesting. The poem sums it up beautifully and is very well done.
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Pleased you enjoyed. But Stairway was better!
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Not better, just different. That was a real fine 35 words.
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I thank you. As I’ve noted elsewhere, my first thought was on elves. But … the muse took me again. 🙂
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I know a couple of Ladies who might “stumble” upon it. Nice write Crispina! 🙂
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I thank you, Jen. Did I tell you I’d posted yesterday. They said 6 days. 🙂
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Oh great😊 Is it direct mail to my address? or registered?
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Airmail to address given
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Nice! I can hardly wait! I’m filled with curiosity! 😊🤔
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Three pages. Double-sided.
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OH MY! Sounds like coffee time and a comfy seat on my balcony 🙂
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I did warn you …. 🙂
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I’m more than pleased 🙂
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Good. 🙂
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😊👏
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After reading the history, I reinterpreted the narrator’s progress from being seasonal to being over the centuries.
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Indeed… the centuries do pass…
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Very interesting background dear.
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I thank you. 🙂
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My pleasure.
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thought provoking short one !
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Thank you. 🙂
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Very cool picture, and even cooler story! I think the picture is so homey and peaceful.
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Thank you. I have found it to be peaceful the times I’ve sat on those steps for my lunch-break
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You must have a cool workplace to be so close to that pretty little grove!
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Wish. No, I referred to when out with the camera, walking. For I’ve often come by this way
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That’s also cool!
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Indeed. I know all the best places to lunch. 🙂
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Well, a very odd question, but may I draw you someday?
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Yea, sure. Either from your imagination—I’d be most interested to make of me. Or on the About page on my blog you’ll find a photo
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Okay… I thank you deeply. Tatsuya was eating my head about it. 🙂
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Look forward to it. I have observed, you have a talent. And I will always encourage the development of talent
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Thank you so much! It’s such a big compliment… to hear from you means so much to me 🙂
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Big smiles ….
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From my side too… 😀
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🙂
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Wow!! Seems awesome and exciting dear Crispina!!
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I thank you. Happy you like. 🙂
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My pleasure dear ❤️❤️
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Once again I am envious of the roots of history with which you Brits are surrounded.. Here in Healy, we have an old deserted bus in which an inexperienced young hiker in search of himself died in 1992… Paled….
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Was a movie made about him? Top of head, don’t remember his name, nor name of movie.
And yea, I guess we are lucky to have such of history around us. Though I’m sure many Brits take no notice of it. I’m proud of my heritage, and I live to delve deep and discovvery yet more.
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It was indeed. His name was Christopher McCandless, and every year, this year being no exception some young thrill seeker dies trying to cross river to the bus. This year it was a young woman on her honeymoon..
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That’s so sad. The movie was sad, how anyone would want to emulate it … crazy. Perhaps that’s their destiny. Who knows.
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It’s an intriguing photo – I do love steps, particularly ones that don’t seem to go anywhere, and your poem is lyrical and lovely.
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I thank you. It’s a very short poem … but then, it’s only a short flight of steps.
They do go somewhere. They connect to the next stage of the footpath. Without the steps the walker would have to scramble up quite a steep bank. And hasten its erosion. Plus I wasn’t kidding when I mentioned the flooding. It truly was running as a stream the first time I saw it. Since then I’ve found it either dry, or muddy, but never again in full flood.
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Lovely poem, Crispina. You capture so much in only 35 words! And the history to go with it was interesting to read – I love learning about how places go their names. Fascinating 🙂
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Thanks, Sammi. And again, we share our interests.
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