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Page On the bare earth by the side of a rutted lane the spore-producing heads of horsetail are beginning to show. It's a prehistoric landscape in miniature. The blossoms of ash (right) and hawthorn (far right) are still at the budding stage. Cobbles in the StreamI'm surprised how clear the stream is looking. It's running fairly low at the moment and I can clearly see cobbles on the stream bed when I look down at it, from a height of 10 or 15 feet, over the wall by the traffic lights. It looks like the surface of a cobbled road but of course it could never have been that: the stream enters a low stone arch here which takes it under the canal to its outlet into the river. This stretch of the canal, part of the 18th century Calder and Hebble Navigation, was opened in 1838 so I guess that the cobbles date from that time. I'm leaning on the wall enjoying the sunshine, watching the clear waters flow by and vaguely trying to puzzle out how this channel might have related to the watermill that occupied the site when suddenly I'm roused from my reverie by a voice in my right ear:
I tell him that I also had a friend who'd catch trout by tickling them and that, according to some lads that I've spoken to, there are still some in the beck. There are certainly plenty of bullheads - a smaller stubby fish also known, appropriately for this stretch of the beck, as the miller's thumb.
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