Conisbrough
By The River Don at Sprotborough The Lone Ranger and Silver were reunited today. For my first proper walk since COVID mugged me, Clint kindly carried me to Conisbrough this morning. It took forty minutes to get there. Clint insisted that I should park him in the little car park at the railway station and I duly complied. There I donned my walking boots and set off over The River Don, soon crossing what was once a coal mining landscape and then over The River Dearne which meets the Don just west of Consibrough. I met two women on the footbridge over the Dearne and one of them said I sounded like the poet Andrew Motion though I think she meant Simon Armitage - every word measured and weighed. Fresh sycamore leaves in the spring sunshine Then onward to Denaby Ings. I like the word "ings". It is used more commonly in Yorkshire than in any other English county. The term is of Norse origin and refer to water meadows, marshes or land that is often flooded. Ings are freque...