From the source of the Frome to its
confluence with the Severn
November 2013 – Midsummer’s Day 2015
“We shall
not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive
where we started and know the place for the first time.”
T. S. Eliot
From Climperwell
Springs to Miserden
From
Miserden to Edgeworth
From Edgeworth
to Sapperton
From
Sapperton to Rodborough
From
Rodborough to Ebley
From Ebley
to Eastington
From
Eastington to Framilode
“For there we have the
confluence of two springs, determined by the shape and content of sky and
landscape, dropping down to Caudle Green. Here on a delicately balanced
watershed, on the finest of lines, gravity's scales of justice direct some
water west via the Frome, to the Severn and the Bristol Channel; other droplets
drift eastwards via the Churn to Cricklade, then on to the Great Wen and the
English Channel. Conjoined droplets of water, slipping apart to opposite points
of the compass, yet still conjoined by history and language: the Celtic 'fra',
denoting a 'brisk' river; the Celtic 'chwern', indicating a 'swift' flow.”
“When I saw Framilode
first she was a blowy Severn tidy place under azure sky…Adventure stirring the
blood like thunder, With the never forgotten soft beauty of the Frome, One
evening when elver-lights made the river like a stall-road to see …”
Ivor Gurney
“We
shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to
arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.”
T.S. Eliot
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