Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Silent Pool. Surrey.
But I didn't want it to be just a shop day...."Let's explore somewhere too," I suggested to Bill.
We had half thought of taking a picnic - but Bill persuaded me that lunch in the pub would be really good. I didn't disagree.
We had lunch in The Spotted Dog in Dorking - as I contemplated being there, I could almost taste the jacket potato with Thai coconut prawns.
Mmmmm! Looking forward to the next time.
Maybe this hint of mystery is what created the myths and legends about the pool.
A ghost is said to live under the water - people hear her calling and sometimes appearing.
The young woman was caught bathing in the pool by a young man on horse back. She took herself to a deep part of the water to cover her modesty as best she could. The man followed. She drowned. The man was said to be Prince John - 13th century.
Other tales abound from that time of tragedies and broken romances.
In the 20th century Agatha Christie faked her own death at the pool, when she needed to get away from her husband.
We allowed ourselves a short walk and promised ourselves a return visit. We must also go back to Shere; the route we took showed us more of this village than we have seen before.
Leaves on the surface creating illusions
of light and reflections. (P)
Moorhen parents and their young ones
What day is it? Help!
Yesterday was Monday - but we were not at the shop. Today is Tuesday and we spent some time there today.
I thought it would be good to go in and sort out the shelves and add some fresh stock - and Tuesday is a lovely day to go because I can spend time with Jo. But I didn't want it to be just a shop day...."Let's explore somewhere too," I suggested to Bill.
We had half thought of taking a picnic - but Bill persuaded me that lunch in the pub would be really good. I didn't disagree.
We had lunch in The Spotted Dog in Dorking - as I contemplated being there, I could almost taste the jacket potato with Thai coconut prawns.
Mmmmm! Looking forward to the next time.
Our exploration took us to Silent Pool.
We have passed the signs on the A25 many a time, but never been.
The pool was first formed from the natural springs on the North Downs. The water is clear clean spring water creating all sorts of illusions as the bottom of the pool seems to merge into the reflections from above.Maybe this hint of mystery is what created the myths and legends about the pool.
A ghost is said to live under the water - people hear her calling and sometimes appearing.
The young woman was caught bathing in the pool by a young man on horse back. She took herself to a deep part of the water to cover her modesty as best she could. The man followed. She drowned. The man was said to be Prince John - 13th century.
Other tales abound from that time of tragedies and broken romances.
In the 20th century Agatha Christie faked her own death at the pool, when she needed to get away from her husband.
We allowed ourselves a short walk and promised ourselves a return visit. We must also go back to Shere; the route we took showed us more of this village than we have seen before.
Leaves on the surface creating illusions
of light and reflections. (P)
Tree roots (P).
Tree roots (B)
Damsel fly by Bill.
Poppies and grape vines on the hillside (B)
The view looking south east - Surrey is a lovely county. (P)
Back to the pool. I called this undulating green bottom.
But it it is not my picture - it is taken from a website.
Reflections of the little wooden bridge (B).
More reflections of the reeds with dangly green flowers. (P)
The bottom of the pool supports much plant life.
Here stems grow up to the surface and leaves float on the water. (B)
A wonderful picture, I think.
Labels: Places in England
