This evening (or yesterday, depending on where in the world you are) I took to the woods at Sisters Creek in Kersley – just south of here. Now, before you lambast me for my sloppy punctuation, let me jump right in to defend myself!
Really, I am not sure whether it’s “Sister’s Creek” – being a rivulet named after, let’s say, a chap called Arnoldus’s one-and-only sister – or “Sisters’ Creek” – referring to a brook where the local community of nuns loved to bathe. Whatever the case, I saw neither Arnoldus’s sibling nor the chaste gentlewomen, and so I don’t really care to whom the creek belonged … You can decide.
In fact, the name is really quite immaterial for I never did actually find the creek either. I did, however, snap a few photos with my trusty 50mm, in the subtle, fading light.