Wigan Album

Looks as though there'd been a fair amount of singeing going on, there, DTease - a problem for the heavy-handed golfer I should think.
I'd also like to mention how the singed grass, wide expanse and railway line remind me of the tale of the young Australian batsman who, when recalling the moment he faced his first ball on his Test debut, said he heard nothing but the sound of a distant train. Spooky or what.
A wide expanse indeed is your Douglas Valley which, in my wild imagining, might also have been the place where Sitting Bull had once shone.
Yours in isolation, Jussi Bjorling.

Fill it with houses,
and chop down the trees,
shoot down the butterflies, the birds and the bees,
Fill in the water, with junk from afar,
that's not a fish son, what swims is a car,
Can I see grass dad, and maybe a tree,
you said there was water and fish I could see.
Where has it gone dad, the Valley I mean,
Tarmac is black son, in my day was green..

Looking at this picture Philip, you could be forgiven for mistaking the Canal for the Little Bighorn River.
I wonder where Custer would have made his Last Stand?

There was plenty room for battles on the fields in the past.... Not now though.... What would the likes of Cromwell do these days I wonder when gathering his men and horses in the Civil War !

DTease, The area of shoreline beneath the May blossom, I imagine - I just hope the unfortunate chap had found time to have tickled a trout.