Weekly photo challenge 17.7.2023 – 23.7.2023 Myths and Legends

Myths and Legends.

The rules.
1. Take a photo of your bike with something that matches the theme in the picture.
2. Interpret the theme any way you like.
3. Pictures should be taken between the dates in the topic title.
4. If you post a picture you can either suggest a theme for next week’s challenge or vote for someone else’s suggestion. First suggestion to get two supporting votes becomes next weeks theme, probably.
5. No limit on number of photos posted.

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Apparently not a statue to a drowned boy. My father told me it was over 60 years ago and I’ve believed it until my wife told me otherwise this morning. So a bit of a myth.

Fun Fact Wee Peter | Argyll Walks

Might I suggest gates for next week?

<p style=”padding-left: 40px;”>From this morning’s commute.</p>
First photo from the bike showing the western summit of the Coochin Twins hills. They feature in the  Dreamtime story of the formation of the Glasshouse Mountains

This is Mount Tunbubudla from the north – also twins – the children of Mount Tibrogargan and Mount Beerwah.

And for bonus points. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hafren

A through the spokes shot of Mt Tibrogargan (the father)…on the right Mt Beerburrum

the short version of the story

is said that Tibrogargan, the father, and Beerwah, the mother, had many children. Coonowrin the eldest, Beerburrum, the Tunbubudla twins, the Coochin twins, Ngungun, Tibberoowuccum, Miketebumulgrai, and Saddleback. There was Round who was fat and small and Wildhorse who was always paddling in the sea.
One day, Tibrogargan was gazing out to sea and noticed a great rising of the waters. Hurrying off to gather his younger children, in order to flee to the safety of the mountains in the west, he called out to Coonowrin to help his mother Beerwah, who was again with child.
Looking back to see how Coonowrin was assisting Beerwah, Tibrogargan was greatly angered to see him running off alone. He pursued Coonowrin and, raising his club, struck the latter such a mighty blow that it dislodged Coonowrin’s neck, and he has never been able to straighten it since.
When the floods had subsided and the family returned to the plains, the other children teased Coonowrin about his crooked neck. Feeling ashamed, Coonowrin went over to Tibrogargan and asked for his forgiveness, but filled with shame at his son’s cowardice, Tibrogargan could do nothing but weep copious tears, which, trickling along the ground, formed a stream that flowed into the sea. Then Coonowrin went to his brothers and sisters, but they also wept at the shame of their brother’s cowardice. The lamentations of Coonowrin’s parents and of his brothers and sisters at his disgrace explain the presence of the numerous small streams of the area.
Tibrogargan then called to Coonowrin, asking him why he had deserted his mother. Coonowrin replied that as Beerwah was the biggest of them all she should be able to take care of herself. He did not know that she was again pregnant, which was the reason for her great size. Then Tibrogargan turned his back on his son and vowed that he would never look at him again.
Even today Tibrogargan gazes far out to sea and never looks around at Coonowrin, who hangs his head and cries, his tears running off to the sea. His mother Beerwah is still heavy with child, as it takes a long, long time to give birth to a mountain.

Tibro a bit closer with his dingo Ngun Ngun

<p style=”text-align: left;”>And looking west, big mumma Beerwah</p>

Brief stop at Churn Milk Joan this morning. Probably erected as a boundary marker c.1600, but its name is said to come from the legend of a milk-maid called Joan who froze to death in a blizzard whilst carrying milk between Luddenden and Peckett Well. Another legend suggests the stone spins around three time on New Year’s Eve when the midnight bells of St Michael’s Church in Mytholmroyd are tolled.

Next week: dams or weirs.

I’ll second dams or weirs

chasing ogopogo on okanagan lake

This is Aldreth Causeway in the Cambridgeshire Fens. Legend has it King William (of 1066 fame) used it to attack Ely in 1071, which was where the last of the Saxons were holed up. Apparently the causeway collapsed on the first attempt, which isn’t good if you’re wearing armour.

Probably only the site of the causeway, this bit looks like soil from the drainage ditch that runs along site the track. Now used by dogwalkers and commuters (me).