Having seen the miserable dribble that begins the mighty river Trent it was natural to be expecting not much at all...
180 degrees wrong!
The source of the Derbyshire Wye is a beautifully shiny, black cauldron cut into the peat bogs of Featherbed Moss, more or less 530 metres above sea level. The sight is a much more prepossessing spectacle than was expected. Delight was tempered by the squalls of rain that kept starting and stopping with a horizontal fury that ensured your blogger would be working with cold wet fingers, doing his best to protect the old view camera, its priceless lens and the vulnerable film holders, all the while racing against the fast setting sun.
|The First Yards|
|No Ducks.... up here the Wye is serenaded by the Go Back! Go Back! of the Red Grouse|
Was it worth it?
You the viewer are the sole arbiter...