The Weir in Autumn

The Weir in Autumn
The weir at Canford Magna in autumn

I revisited this weir again yesterday evening. I had already been out for a 32 mile cycle ride in the morning but I decided that I would take a gentler stroll in the late afternoon in the hopes that the sun might make an appearance. It didn’t, which might be just as well because it would probably have bleached out the white water whilst throwing the trees in shadow. As it was, I was able to take a hand held shot with a long enough exposure to blur the water. And by chance, a couple of ducks hopped up onto the weir to hunt for food 🙂 ! They added nicely to the overall scene.

The walk along the River Stour is really lovely along this stretch although what saddens me is that much of the river is not accessible, because the land is in private ownership. There is a long distance walk known as The Stour Valley Way but whilst the route follows the valley, quite a lot of it is away from the river itself. Along this section between Canford and Wimborne, there are paths on both sides of the river.

Being at the weir again reminded me of a poem I wrote about it a couple of years ago. It just struck me at the time how on either side of the weir, the river kind of ambles quietly along in a nicely relaxing way but for those few meters it is all rush, noise and stress!

Beside the Weir

Calm and tranquil flows the stream,
Peace personified, as in a dream,
Gentle waters seem crystal clear,
Until it reaches the ancient weir.

Suddenly that peaceful flow,
Becomes a torrent, rushing below,
Thunderous sounds of crashing flood,
Whipped up white, in angry mood.

Beyond the weir it slows its pace,
Once more flowing with amazing grace,
Peace restored, it rolls lazily on,
Seeming no rush for it to be gone.

That interlude of power and rush,
Only short lived, one quick push,
Breaks up the peace of my waterside walk,
Interrupting my quiet thoughts.

And yet there is wonder in that short space,
As water rushes down as if in a race,
The effect on me made me want to be near,
And I returned again and sat by the weir.

(Copyright Terry Yarrow)

Canford Magna deserves a blog post of its own because it is an ancient and historic area with a huge manor house that played a part in Dorset’s history, an old mill, some old cottages, a church dating from Saxon times, and a somewhat quirky suspension footbridge that crosses the river, as well as a couple of weirs of course. The manor house and mill are now part of a private school so are unfortunately not accessible but the riverbanks and the weirs in themselves make the area well worth a visit.

I hope you have enjoyed this little taste, and I will put up a longer post on Canford Magna in the future.

Thanks for stopping by.

Until next time,
Your friend The Dorset Rambler

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