While out walking along side my favourite mountain stream, it occurred to me that I very rarely visit the stream during the Autumn and Winter months, maybe the occasional visit if the mood takes me! But, while walking along side the stream the other day, I realised how much I missed the place; and not just the fishing. There is a mystical charm about viewing the stream in it's unclothed and somewhat bleak surroundings, no leaves on the trees; but now carpeted on the ground, there was no Bird Song, although they were present, well, some of them, those that have not flown south for the winter.
The stream seemed to have that invigorating cold rush, as it gurgled and flowed quickly by, the warmth of the Summer months and the colour of the stones beneath the surface had altered, although, there was something that drew me closer to admire the changing water course. I now realise that this little stream has the magic to draw you in, even during the out of season, Winter months!
I miss the fishing and the stream, I shall certainly visit more often this winter, as there is a beauty that shines through, even without the Spring and Summer refinery that only lingers in my memory.
A small feeder stream.>
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That runs in to the mountain stream>
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Even the mountain ponies have their winter coats thickening>
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Homeward bound with setting sun>
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What's your stream like during the close season?