We have had terrible floods in Cumbria this weekend, so I decided to take a short walk after the rain had stopped to look at a river, or rather a water fall that ive been familiar with all my life. It is in a small pine wood, and on entering it I sensed all seemed to have a total lack of atmosphere, in fact a sterile feel was in the air. Ive known this little wood all my life and it felt as if nothing was left of its history to me...Soon I came across an alarming site. A small group of very conventionally dressed men and women and children all singing a haunting melody at the waterfall i'd come to see. There was no audience watching, and the roar of the water was quite loud, so too who or what were they singing ? The tune could have been a folk or pagan, or maybe possibly a hymn, but not one id heard before.
This river is a small one, and far from a town. It is a remote and rather hidden place that many pass by. The water had receded this afternoon, so it was not a prayer to spare people the flood as it was was way too late for that.
I just kept walking, then turned around after a few minutes to return home and once more pass them. As I went past they had obviously finished ( nice timing ) and followed me out onto the road again. Ive no idea why they were there or why they were singing by the flooded river, but I don't doubt that there is a connection between water and there little performance in the woods.
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