Taking a short cut through a piece of woodland – to avoid a waterlogged footpath – I found this old bowser rotting away in the undergrowth.
I must admit, I relish a reason to stray from the marked footpath – with a care to leave nothing more than footprints (but not flat wild flowers!), of course.
Hi Stephen, I had to look up bowser… now I know! 🙂 Glad you had a great nature walk.
The English language is rich indeed!
An “old bowser,” eh? There you go stretching this ol’ pea brain’s rubberband again. Translation; the old noodle.
If we don’t use them we loose them!
Poor bowser! I’d want to take it home with me!
Yes, it would make a nice garden ornament.
Very Nice .. Awesome!
Love the colours. Worth the effort to stray.
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The complete picture is lovely of course but for me the jewel is the rusted wheel. the idea of a blacksmith/foundry bringing that to life is flame and fury for it to end in the sleepy woods is really quite poetic.
Absolutely – I did consider taking a close up of the wheel but I could not get in an adequate position, neither hedging nor the direction of the sun was helpful.