Sunny days have returned and a stroll along the river was called for. This stretch of the River Lark is so pretty and always looks its best in August. Rising south of Bury St Edmunds, The River Lark is a tributary of the River Great Ouse and flows gracefully and quietly through the town, most notably at Eastgate Street and the Abbey Gardens.
Further still it flows through Mildenhall and Prickwillow until it joins the Great Ouse south of Littleport in Cambridgeshire.
Oh and I just have to post this photo of the wonderful cactus dahlia blooming in sis and hubby's garden.
Thank you both for a lovely day last Sunday!
Jeanne
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23 comments:
Hello Jeanne:
What a beautiful stroll along the River Lark, even the name is enough to make one smile. Could England look any lovelier than this, we think not.The peace and tranquility are palpable and everywhere still looking fresh and green with so much rain. Perfect!
Lovely! I especially love the flowers that just grow wild everywhere you look.
Cheers
Helen
Nice to have a walk along the river in your company!
There is something very tranquil about walking by rivers isn't there? I sometimes walk by the Stour, but that's much bigger here than the Lark, which looks lovely.
I love a river walk too, and your gorgeously named river and its banks looks so hazy and peaceful. xx
A beautiful river, and an idyllic-looking walk!
Pomona x
The dahlia is beautiful indeed but the stroll along the river lifts the spirits and soothes the soul.
Susan x
Ooh I really wanted to walk down those paths.
Lovely!
Looks like a quintessential English scene in these photos Jeanne. What a lovely name for a river. Together with the village names it almost evokes reminders of another era.
Oh it looks breathatking Jeanne. How lovely to drop in here and have somewhere recommended that isn't too far away. I hope you're having a lovely summer.
Dear Jeanne,
It must be beautiful to take a walk along the river. There is still so much in bloom in the fields. All those colourful wild flowers. I love walks like this. They are healing to the soul :-)!
Have a happy weekend,
Madelief x
Lovely walk, the photos show England on a late summers day.
xxx
Oh, how wonderful! You've shared a favorite walk and it brings the happiest pastoral feelings with it. You don't really need to say more - I understand. I've been wondering how I could ever translate the joy of my route, every evening, and the way that it unfolds, to a blog post. and, what is it about flowing water? Doesn't it just soothe the soul in the most amazing way? I really mean that!=]
Glad to share your joy,
Katy Noelle xxo
Oh, not to mention the billowing, beautiful clouds....sigh!
What a lovely reminder of the glorious Suffolk countryside. We sometimes holiday with friends near Framlingham ... I'm wishing we were there right now reading your post.
i enjoyed our walk a lot, Jeanne, could stroll in this beautiful environments for hours. Listing to the singing birds, ooh-ing and aah-ing over the beautiful flowers...
Love for a sweet Sunday xxxx
Beautiful, especially with the willow draping over it. My dahlias were planted late and have only just started to bloom. They're a lovely addition to the garden giving some extra colour at this time of year.
Hi Jeanne,
What a beautiful landscape you live in too! The River Lark moves through such lovely countryside. I think it is so interesting how you say River before it's name and we say River after the name of the river. Such as Salmon River or Boise River. Just one of the many differences in our languages.
Thank so much for allowing me to see more of your beautiful England.
sending hugs from here...
Picture number 4 immediately brought this quote from "Hamlet" to mind. Queen Gertrude is telling how Ophelia died:
"There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
There with fantastic garlands did she come,
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples,
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
But our cold maids do dead men’s fingers call them:
There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke,
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide,
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up;
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes,
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indu’d
Unto that element; but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death."
Act IV Scene VII
Your photos are wonderful. I would love to stroll alongside the River Lark...btw, I just love English place names. They are so descriptive.
I love the picture of the stream with the reflection of the sky and the weeping willows -just beautiful!
The name of the river conjours up so many pictures in the mind - I just love it. Your photos are wonderful I can feel the heat of the day and hear the bees buzzing and water tinkling as I walk those paths with the grass crunching underfoot:)
Now where better to be on a sunny day but by a river ~ the Lark sounds a fine river Jeanne and the perfect destination for a summer stroll.
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