A Raft of Apples

Tuesday, 23 May 2017

Timber Trees and Tractors

A beech tree felled because of its decayed core is neatly sliced and gives the passer by its last hurrah with a golden red glow, almost the colour of its autumn leaves.  I wonder if a local woodturner is going to be a lucky recipient of some of this timber.

The farmers are busy at this time of year
and this one in his tractor was spreading fertilizer while his dog burned up energy covering more distance than him racing up and down the field.  The white blossom of the hawthorn trees can be seen scattered over the Lickle Valley, although as the morning was full of heavy showers of rain they don't stand out as much as they do in reality.  If I had only taken my walk in what turned out to be a sunny afternoon
like this one was.  Tranquil Broughton Towers pond but I didn't sit on the seat for it was more interesting at the waters edge where the tadpoles were in perpetual motion unlike 
this piece of machinery which looks to be more greenhouse than tractor. 

An entry to ABC Wednesday, a journey through the alphabet, this week sojourning at T here

Tuesday, 16 May 2017

Sizergh Castle

The tower of Sizergh Castle in Cumbria can be seen as you walk through the topiary but lets take a walk around the lake to get a better view.
Although it has 'castle' in its name it is in fact a fortified mansion.  The tower on he left is the earliest part of the building being 14th century
but the house is Tudor ( a century later)

with the wings built around a central courtyard. 
Sizergh sits among 1,600 acres of pasture, orchards and woodlands and the house is surrounded by woods, kitchen garden, lakes, a limestone rock garden and flower garden but also the latest addition
a stumpery.  These features take their name from the stumps of trees and reclaimed wood that form a horticultural scaffolding where ferns, mosses and other shade loving plants are grown to look like a natural setting and of course they attract wildlife such as small mammals, beetles and birds.
When it matures and becomes an explosion of green it will be a must see attraction for the fern lover
but there is always lots to see through the lens for a photographer.

An entry to ABC Wednesday, a journey through the alphabet this week sojourning at the letter S here


Tuesday, 9 May 2017


At Wakefield Wharf hangs a jolly recycled figure, from the crown I think that he must be master of all he surveys, here rules King Scrap.
Closer to my home turf is Millom Park plantation consisting mainly of conifers (spruce, larch and pine) where there is extensive logging going on at the moment. Nothing goes to waste when one can build a series of what I can only describe as lean-to wigwams, a nice place to relax and shelter from the weather, made complete with bespoke log seating.  The past winter has been unusually warm, which I consider a good thing. although it does come with a downside when walking (or working) in the countryside, mud, and lots of it.
Not a problem when one can slice a tree up into steps and rise above it all.  |However the photograph was taken this month and things have changed considerably.  This spring we have had a long period without any rain so everything is extremely dry but it was still enjoyable to skip from smooth step to step up the path.

An entry to ABC Wednesday, a journey through the alphabet, this week sojourning at R here 

Tuesday, 2 May 2017


A quay ring
A quaint cottage in the Lyth Valley, a quiet valley famous for it damsons and Damson Day held in April when the snow white blossom is in flower.
A quaint outhouse in Garsdale, the logs quietly waiting for someone with a strong sawing arm.

An entry to ABC Wednesday, a journey through the alphabet, this week sojourning at Q here

Tuesday, 25 April 2017

Pilot Boat

Liverpool Pilot Boat
One of Liverpool's Pilot Boats zooming past the waterfront and a ROV Support ship, the Fugo Saltire.  The pilot service celebrated its 250th anniversary of guiding ships into port last year. 

The Liverpool Maritime Museum has an exhibition on at the moment called 'In Safe Hands' which charts the service from those days of sail to today's high speed launches.

All the pilot boats are named after seabirds

and this is the Turnstone.  What a pity I don't have a picture of an actual turnstone but here are some beach pebbles
and the turnstones might be around somewhere busy tuning stones to find something tasty underneath.
The preening juvenile herring gull has other things on its mind.

An entry to ABC Wednesday, a journey through the alphabet, this week sojourning at P here


Tuesday, 18 April 2017

Old Sluice

The old sluice gate on Tarn Beck which once controlled the mill race which would have turned the water wheel  at the Carding Mill further down in Seathwaite. A carding mill combs out wool ready for spinning and at one time this one would have employed about 10 men.  When it was first set up in the 1790s the spinning yarn produced would have been used by hand weavers. The building today has been converted for other uses.    
Tarn Beck flows out of Seathwaite Tarn which nestles at 1,200 ft (365m) on the western slopes of the Coniston fells and as you can see there is always copious amounts of water coming down, the beck has broken its banks.  From old water power to
wind power, this is all that remains the old windmill at Hodbarrow Point, the photograph taken just as the colours were about to turn last September.  The name Hodbarrow is from Old Norse, hafri (oats) and riff (a ridge) so it is appropriate that this used to be a corn mill.

An entry to ABC Wednesday, a journey through the alphabet, this week sojourning at O here 

Tuesday, 11 April 2017


I haven't walked past here since last year so it was a nice surprise to see this 'Open' notice with its promise of things like tea, cakes and pizza.  This was once the Hodbarrow Mines Offices (built in 1873) and it is the only building that remains of the enterprise.  In more recent times it was the Commodore Club (a bar and restaurant) which closed a long time ago and was eventually put up for sale.  We've noticed a lot of building work over the last couple of year and then managed to miss the actual opening of the Hotel and Bistro which I now discover was back in December.  
Its new name is Herdwicks (the name of the local breed of sheep) and their Facebook page says this door, kindly donated, is from the original Hodbarrow Mines offices, still with the 'Hodbarrow' lettering in place, although of course the paint is sparklingly new..  It always surprises me the amount of historical 'stuff' that people have squirreled away locally.  As it was late in the day we didn't go inside but anticipate it will be a nice end to our circular amble in future.
Here is the other side of the building as seen from the sea wall over Hodbarrow Lagoon.  I've had to dive into my archives for this photo which was taken in February 2016, a colder winter than this year's warm one when we have only had the occasional fine dusting of snow on the hills which soon melted away.  

An entry to ABC Wednesday, a journey through the alphabet, this week sojourning at N here