I feel very fortunate to have such beautiful scenes within a short walk from my home.
All in one walk: I could monitor the rising river level after a few days of heavy rain. (No worries about flooding yet but it is thankfully improving the water stocks in our reservoirs, which have been critically low.)
Then I could enjoy the contrast of the calm before the weir (and that nice reflection of the New Mill) and the turmoil on the other side.
The view of Saltaire's church, from across the canal, is clearer now most of the autumn leaves have been thrown to the ground.
Walking back up the hill through Saltaire village, I was alerted to something happening at the Victoria Hall. There was a sudden burst of a bright blue smoke bomb and some rhythmic Bhangra dohl drumming. When I got nearer, I realised it was an Asian wedding. I witnessed the Baarat: the arrival of the groom and his entourage, with lively music, dancing and lots of people wearing garlands. You may be able to pick him out at the bottom of the steps, wearing a turquoise jacket and with what looks like a red shawl around his shoulders... (though that may be someone's arm around him! He would be greeted by a member of the bride's family.) Somewhere in the middle is an Imam with a white hat, waving a censer of incense. It looked like a really joyful occasion.




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