Posted by: mynaturaldiary | April 18, 2014

Good Friday

Far away from Gol’gotha, in both time and space lies the valley of Rievaulx.

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where a ruined Cistercian abbey lies,

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raised in faith to he who suffered for us on this day…

The sky is blue, and offsets the blossom on the trees.

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The branches on the trees are beginning to show leaves again.

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 Along the floor of the valley lies the river Rye. Despite the flowing stream, the stillness in the air gives a mirror finish to the water.

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There is silence in the valley, only broken by the sound of the river, birdsong, and sheep calling to their new lambs.

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In Ashberry wood that flanks the valley opposite the Abbey,

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are many wild flowers, including Primroses

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Bluebells

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and these {to be identified}.

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The wood is carpeted by wild Garlic, not yet in bloom.

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At the end of the wood, a Blackbird gathers worms. Is he already feeding his young?

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Blackbird (Turdus merula)

The river Rye flows lazily enough in the bright sunshine.

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At the end of the walk lies the Abbey, a shadow of its former self,

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but still great. The stillness is so great, one can almost hear the plainchant and the

Pater Noster

from 600 years ago.


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