An eery quiet at Rattlechain lagoon now as the works of 2013 become a fading memory. Following a freedom of information request, it can now be seen that the purpose of these works had more about them than the site owners were letting on- as we had said all along. Analysis of this coming soon. “Rattlechain Limited”- I’m still laughing out loud at the idea of a multinational setting up some dodgy “phoenix company” that could go bump to remove the licence by default, but there again it wouldn’t be the first time.
BUSY, BUSY BUSY at the moment on a number of “missing links” in the rattlechain wheel.
Some interesting visitors at the lagoon during the week. A party of cormorants- the fishermen hate them, I love em. A prehistoric looking creature that flash like dirty old men opening their raincoats to dry out their wings in the sun.
Not any fish there lads!
Another pair of rare passage migrants appeared on the canal today. They too appeared to be eagerly looking for quarry, or perhaps “pumped quarry water”. Alas the rattlechain pier was not turned on, so the buckets were filled with plain old cut water by the looks of it.
Stop cock
Or were they there for milking? Love the latex gloves! I hope they didn’t get lost.
And they weren’t the only ones taking samples today. Russell the seagull and a crow were also doing it on the causeway path.
“I’m taking this to an accredited laboratory.”
The old pumphouse is now an empty shell. The scene reminds me of a Yeats poem.
He hears the cry of the sedge
I wander by the edge
Of this desolate lake
Where wind cries in the sedge:
Until the axle break
That keeps the stars in their round,
And hands hurl in the deep
The banners of East and West,
And the girdle of light is unbound,
Your breast will not lie by the breast
Of your beloved in sleep.
WB Yeats