Upper Teesdale



Upper Teesdale was the most beautiful section of the walk so far- the beauty of the river was spectacular and we enjoyed sunshine for the most part. The wind returned with a vengeance as we climbed over the watershed to see the Cumbrian mountains out to the west.

Beauty defeats me;
If only time could
Pause but not
Lose the motion,
The glitter of sunlight,
The river’s energy;
The life of it.

It seems the beauty
Cannot be found in
The colour – the blues,
Whites and translucent browns;
Nor in the design –
The overhanging trees,
The sculptured rocks.

The beauty then must be
In the imagined scene;
The water’s journey
The sense of its future,
The idea of life within,
In the history
Implied by movement.

In the relationship
Between current and bank,
In our hidden wordless
Depths that chime
To the sound of flowing
Water, that stir
To the Dale’s sweet perfumes.





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