The River

On the right, the Lune. On the left, the derelict Lune Industrial Estate. In the centre, New Quay Road, somewhere I haven't ventured often before, but which has surprisingly proved to have an imperial shitload of blippable material along its impressive length. Expect to see a fair bit of it over the coming days/weeks.

For now, I'll leave you with the natural beauty of the river opposite the wreck of the city's industry, and the words of The Boss, accompanied here by a Police man:

I come from down in the valley
Where mister, when you're young,
They bring you up to do like your daddy done.
Me and Mary we met in high school
When she was just seventeen,
We'd ride out of this valley down to where the fields were green,

We'd go down to the river
And into the river we'd dive
Oh, down to the river we'd ride...

Then I got Mary pregnant
And man, that was all she wrote,
And for my nineteenth birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat.
We went down to the courthouse
And the judge put it all to rest,
No wedding day smiles, no walk down the aisle
No flowers, no wedding dress,

That night we went down to the river,
And into the river we'd dive
Oh, down to the river we did ride...

I got a job working construction for the Johnstown Company,
But lately there ain't been much work on account of the economy.
Now all them things that seemed so important,
Well mister, they vanished right into the air.
Now I just act like I don't remember,
Mary acts like she don't care,

But I remember us riding in my brother's car
Her body tan and wet down at the reservoir,
At night on them banks I'd lie awake
And pull her close just to feel each breath she'd take.
Now those memories come back to haunt me,
they haunt me like a curse.
Is a dream a lie if it don't come true
Or is it something worse?
That sends me down to the river
though I know the river is dry,
That sends me down to the river tonight
Down to the river,
my baby and I,
Oh, down to the river we ride...