The passage of time…

As you know I like shadows.

Time passes, and there’s nothing like a river to bring home the point. One cannot even guess at how long the river has been flowing, but let’s say since the Ice Age, as underneath the lush garden grounds lie moraines and the ice melt from what became the Cambrian mountains started flowing into what became rivers.

Since we’ve lived here whole sections of scrub covering have been removed exposing rock strata.

Such a lovely clear Spring day yesterday so I photographed my presence to prove that I passed this way, I paused for perhaps 15 seconds – click, went my phone.

Google AI tells me that …”The last major ice age in the UK, known as the Late Devensian glaciation, peaked around 22,000 years ago. At its height, a large ice sheet covered all of Scotland and extended as far south as the Midlands in England. This period, part of the broader Quaternary period, saw the UK experience a series of glacial and interglacial phases.  Ooo!

How many 15 seconds are in that number of years? How many people paused in this spot? What quantity of water flowed past what became Merryhall? Answers on what we now call a postcard.