The dam

Here it is; the captain of Mardale's pain, the dam that holds in the waters that flooded the village. It's a fine piece of engineering that looks like it was made for the valley. In fact, the whole place is picturesque, and, in the sunlight, almost perfect.

Nearly 100 years on, it's easy to feel nostalgic about the village without really thinking what a monstrous, callous thing the Manchester Corporation did. This is the passing of time; we joke about Genghis Khan in a way that we wouldn't joke about Hitler. So, the destruction of people's homes and the dismantling of a centuries old inn become regretful and sidebars on the story of the county. 

But where do you draw the line? Should those past horrors stop us enjoying today? I don't think you can live like that. We had another lovely day, today. Cognisant of the past but not overburdened by it.

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Planning to read: ‘A History Of Seven Killings’ by Marlon James