tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309991938230924502024-03-13T12:50:27.015+00:00A Raft of ApplesJoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00253875352864018195noreply@blogger.comBlogger706125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130999193823092450.post-20487514816183277822022-04-10T15:22:00.000+01:002022-04-10T15:22:33.487+01:00Willington Woods<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX51yiRsi_nMJEBMiPMXfb1QXLCWk2c7nhohaaA2KrZxS9gPIDvQGR_7jUNfmCI6MPSNNInjzJ0XaLmFzdxfz-67FJnTN9KCnrw9VBUvY4OXn4jfHdw9cTex_ZzgiDaAvBGed9rXSjiJ03TEWJLq9vD84G_WtrWA2Sr-zxwgf2Y7jBnBR0MsTfDU4A/s2560/P1070690.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1920" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX51yiRsi_nMJEBMiPMXfb1QXLCWk2c7nhohaaA2KrZxS9gPIDvQGR_7jUNfmCI6MPSNNInjzJ0XaLmFzdxfz-67FJnTN9KCnrw9VBUvY4OXn4jfHdw9cTex_ZzgiDaAvBGed9rXSjiJ03TEWJLq9vD84G_WtrWA2Sr-zxwgf2Y7jBnBR0MsTfDU4A/w300-h400/P1070690.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">The signpost points to Red Lane and as I approached it </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5e9OfJbDXI3up0PXg0SdDVITxJf6fBTclho9ga1RrCNw6hTGE9rAmFruvVVAII2uV5dfw86vuZdvO1pXqk6crDBIKne-gaftWf_6WpUTJ9YkO8IANdZCApqm1DaUiBaEyAu3P56f6LW2EDU9uOaP1SZrRUHF-YA3qEqBcsYloFpgO4vl4oFcw4jpG/s2560/P1070686.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5e9OfJbDXI3up0PXg0SdDVITxJf6fBTclho9ga1RrCNw6hTGE9rAmFruvVVAII2uV5dfw86vuZdvO1pXqk6crDBIKne-gaftWf_6WpUTJ9YkO8IANdZCApqm1DaUiBaEyAu3P56f6LW2EDU9uOaP1SZrRUHF-YA3qEqBcsYloFpgO4vl4oFcw4jpG/w400-h300/P1070686.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>a comma butterfly settled down in from of me opening and closing its wings before flying off<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQOsJMj6ThrvpL075af7hFSr1kdOU63ItV6TNsufnY5pv5ZhLDuFL2N9msoQhLk5JIAMLd80Bd7G_RMJ8-YAnGn63oeXga7m0hPhA9v0hJ3YomI6bF1IDyLsgmZanqHiz5PdtLPABSa-gLJ_GHQuOdOsYngEo5rXfn-LVDbpn6wDo7dd9ZcUgjLJUc/s2560/P1070692.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1920" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQOsJMj6ThrvpL075af7hFSr1kdOU63ItV6TNsufnY5pv5ZhLDuFL2N9msoQhLk5JIAMLd80Bd7G_RMJ8-YAnGn63oeXga7m0hPhA9v0hJ3YomI6bF1IDyLsgmZanqHiz5PdtLPABSa-gLJ_GHQuOdOsYngEo5rXfn-LVDbpn6wDo7dd9ZcUgjLJUc/w300-h400/P1070692.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>I walked into the woods on its broad path lined with ivy clad trees. The birds were singing and bees buzzing <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjNSHMqySvoejynUhUmgWkDJ1TgDG4jKQbsAK2Dw4be3C7F4oL-6l7VKgO5Uit7pQMoDJq2-AKsDBkMWudCZJIk7PJ62FIfPs6rntuVXQGVkYB-qiTozgqwjNbvPjS8suuMsJHXBAuhjjpKS2dAog4Bw7s9KX0bfQB1UwD6wWUg8pN6ev7YqNMK6uL/s2560/P1070698.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjNSHMqySvoejynUhUmgWkDJ1TgDG4jKQbsAK2Dw4be3C7F4oL-6l7VKgO5Uit7pQMoDJq2-AKsDBkMWudCZJIk7PJ62FIfPs6rntuVXQGVkYB-qiTozgqwjNbvPjS8suuMsJHXBAuhjjpKS2dAog4Bw7s9KX0bfQB1UwD6wWUg8pN6ev7YqNMK6uL/w400-h300/P1070698.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">spring is on the move</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNT-kv-yrE96pKtTmnSyOiUT2SJ2bkiib5mZizrNYT1Bo8Ibozh9bE5LDN78RINxRCeoAOeheV_iCWcJ4Pbv9ve97gCuDDfTtx-kLWN7HizZ3hlKQqTEqXoNlVREtX8M76qMDJXOjIchYkaidpcfpATGkacf9n6nkHubxwnxrp6BlBjxPNKv9_Sbe5/s2560/P1070702%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNT-kv-yrE96pKtTmnSyOiUT2SJ2bkiib5mZizrNYT1Bo8Ibozh9bE5LDN78RINxRCeoAOeheV_iCWcJ4Pbv9ve97gCuDDfTtx-kLWN7HizZ3hlKQqTEqXoNlVREtX8M76qMDJXOjIchYkaidpcfpATGkacf9n6nkHubxwnxrp6BlBjxPNKv9_Sbe5/w400-h300/P1070702%20(2).JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">and </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHcKh5BDDCM7WF8XM4ut-Ug8EsBgTlFY-ojLmUh4vFqBIbgASWq7pPKWr6b_v5g05kISPQoiShn-RzRmJ5Unr51HizZk3viZXcRzu1rTiMnB276bZN18cm8TtKkcYZbXY4rUAi296YJRPA4ZRUeePtcvDfxpq-LlNUWPszzb6zmu6CCqykqUmIc83Y/s2560/P1070703.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHcKh5BDDCM7WF8XM4ut-Ug8EsBgTlFY-ojLmUh4vFqBIbgASWq7pPKWr6b_v5g05kISPQoiShn-RzRmJ5Unr51HizZk3viZXcRzu1rTiMnB276bZN18cm8TtKkcYZbXY4rUAi296YJRPA4ZRUeePtcvDfxpq-LlNUWPszzb6zmu6CCqykqUmIc83Y/w400-h300/P1070703.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">some take the high road</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZJZx4FLsYSfX8qwvz6e691_SuF3Jjo7KdnN2enrmNn1jvmnN4HYCvZEyogqtp1DQIi4DOmH3KxL6Ef04ZKt4-A4XCR6xttNmzpnRHxOds3mDIj1iiXO72aSPy5iIvP9PQS_sucGmV61CTILsrHEzdARdVGqT7i5vRvNsoj7hM5t40Bdxb76WWC3V1/s2560/P1070696.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZJZx4FLsYSfX8qwvz6e691_SuF3Jjo7KdnN2enrmNn1jvmnN4HYCvZEyogqtp1DQIi4DOmH3KxL6Ef04ZKt4-A4XCR6xttNmzpnRHxOds3mDIj1iiXO72aSPy5iIvP9PQS_sucGmV61CTILsrHEzdARdVGqT7i5vRvNsoj7hM5t40Bdxb76WWC3V1/w640-h480/P1070696.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><p><br />some the low. Turkeytail fungi forming a beautiful pattern while getting down to its true purpose, decomposing fallen trees. No need to hurry all things pass slowly here.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH5dKGmWgYtSQVk39zzFRlZmOcoTSBLGfS2ERk2VSqQEL1sOiW3IBgNR0Mqif-FcgZ0PUxwtI-ftn1J0KfpGoQ9Hq2djbPy1MsSByB8oIL8GGZbEtnoa7_COLN8oU0teBTCYwCq7ctF4nE4Mgg39yros7UatW4CbvpiQAutP6EbMHLyglR72UdA0HF/s4896/P1070708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2752" data-original-width="4896" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH5dKGmWgYtSQVk39zzFRlZmOcoTSBLGfS2ERk2VSqQEL1sOiW3IBgNR0Mqif-FcgZ0PUxwtI-ftn1J0KfpGoQ9Hq2djbPy1MsSByB8oIL8GGZbEtnoa7_COLN8oU0teBTCYwCq7ctF4nE4Mgg39yros7UatW4CbvpiQAutP6EbMHLyglR72UdA0HF/w640-h360/P1070708.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /> Back to open blue skies and another beautiful spring day. I did think of calling in for an ice cream on the coast road but Roy's Ices had an enormously long queue of folk spending a leisurely day on the shores of Morecambe Bay. Well at least no decision had to be made of what flavour to choose. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00253875352864018195noreply@blogger.com3Bardsea, Ulverston LA12 9QJ, UK54.1684175 -3.071382833.253188882499437 -38.2276328 75.083646117500564 32.0848672tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130999193823092450.post-2442148121299511702021-03-28T23:31:00.002+01:002021-03-28T23:34:50.399+01:00St Cuthbert Church<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bp_DYoEY9wM/YGD3t1jGXpI/AAAAAAAAUIo/WXkStVx_d5QSvVtEVjMDfOjvQTUxi5-EACLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1070129.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bp_DYoEY9wM/YGD3t1jGXpI/AAAAAAAAUIo/WXkStVx_d5QSvVtEVjMDfOjvQTUxi5-EACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/P1070129.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>St Cuthbert's church was carpeted with the gold of daffodils as I came through the Lynch gate. I had come here for solace as my dear Ron died suddenly on Monday 22 March and while many of the churches in the area had closed because of Covid I thought this one was open.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-94MnAUQ6dAo/YGD49w3-MYI/AAAAAAAAUIw/h5FZOuQu3l4_zVwzINjjIqyLRjPYEgHTgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2411/P1070140%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1807" data-original-width="2411" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-94MnAUQ6dAo/YGD49w3-MYI/AAAAAAAAUIw/h5FZOuQu3l4_zVwzINjjIqyLRjPYEgHTgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/P1070140%2B%25282%2529.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>The church is Norman in origin<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Awa1Q5xbgyw/YGD5stFv-vI/AAAAAAAAUI4/2VHZ6WSTXDUQczYmDcvXHseBg9lwrKcvQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1070136.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Awa1Q5xbgyw/YGD5stFv-vI/AAAAAAAAUI4/2VHZ6WSTXDUQczYmDcvXHseBg9lwrKcvQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/P1070136.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>and this is the front entrance surrounded by Yew trees. Although the porch was open the door was not so in the Spring sunshine I wandered around to the right side away from the sharp wind. I have never though about why country churches have a low sloping sort of concrete attachment on the bottom of the church wall but as I sat down realised why, most comfortable. I sat and contemplated and was joined by a robin who sat nearby on a gravestone and kept me company for some time. I rose and wandered off<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrYv4aQGBdA/YGD9fb5sxaI/AAAAAAAAUJA/RkwsOyZenJgwiWWT8MhmyYEblFQl5j62QCLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1070128.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrYv4aQGBdA/YGD9fb5sxaI/AAAAAAAAUJA/RkwsOyZenJgwiWWT8MhmyYEblFQl5j62QCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/P1070128.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>spotting a group of these bell like plants. They are a little like lungwort but not quite.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJl88KSOUeA/YGD-DOFa-aI/AAAAAAAAUJI/3QWNIOvHs4wEOYpT-yV0sW4OpTzLWOqogCLcBGAsYHQ/s1979/P1070138%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1910" data-original-width="1979" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJl88KSOUeA/YGD-DOFa-aI/AAAAAAAAUJI/3QWNIOvHs4wEOYpT-yV0sW4OpTzLWOqogCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/P1070138%2B%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>There is pretty gravestone for the Postlethwaite family and a more austere but attractive<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VsaqtLj1U4I/YGD-h94VDqI/AAAAAAAAUJQ/2xXXMSSac8EnU3FOMjuav1vWu5onx-E2gCLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1070132%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VsaqtLj1U4I/YGD-h94VDqI/AAAAAAAAUJQ/2xXXMSSac8EnU3FOMjuav1vWu5onx-E2gCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/P1070132%2B%25282%2529.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>grave marker for Dr James Menzies 1853-1941 and his wife Elizabeth Ellen 1863-1937. He was the Kirkby in Furness doctor and must have been admired because the stone reads - "The skill of the physician/ shall lift up his head and/in the sight of great men/he shall be in admiration".<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhAl_nptaHA/YGEAN1bQ17I/AAAAAAAAUJY/M7bhHI5n9eor30DFd0ABNEBRI_UkpKDwACLcBGAsYHQ/s2335/P1070130.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2335" data-original-width="1751" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhAl_nptaHA/YGEAN1bQ17I/AAAAAAAAUJY/M7bhHI5n9eor30DFd0ABNEBRI_UkpKDwACLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/P1070130.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>I left by the war memorial with its white and yellow daffodils. For the history buff there are little biographies of the men by the gate but on this day of sadness it was not for me.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PxVOWcJxG_M/YGEBRjocgnI/AAAAAAAAUJg/WXJ7SqDmi54wGgnNs4beOSU6aKL0i9xmgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1070131.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1920" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PxVOWcJxG_M/YGEBRjocgnI/AAAAAAAAUJg/WXJ7SqDmi54wGgnNs4beOSU6aKL0i9xmgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/P1070131.JPG" /></a></div>I admired the detail of the cross and went on my way home<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<br /><br /><p></p>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00253875352864018195noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130999193823092450.post-12177708254608147252020-12-23T20:31:00.000+00:002020-12-23T20:31:45.792+00:00Wander in Wet Woods<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IOC4V1Nl5nY/X-KI5fd-diI/AAAAAAAAT0A/HxgJ6CrQSusnoeWqVnzOXQ6ubf2aKKxqQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2503/P1070071.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2503" data-original-width="1877" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IOC4V1Nl5nY/X-KI5fd-diI/AAAAAAAAT0A/HxgJ6CrQSusnoeWqVnzOXQ6ubf2aKKxqQCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/P1070071.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Acorn advance</i><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>A meeting place to exchange Christmas presents in, as they say 'a Covid secure manner' presented an opportunity to take a wander through Serpentine Woods near Kendal and potentially a journey through the alphabet. A map and clues exist as to what one might find however we were rather unprepared, but happily not for the weather, being kitted out with wellies and waterproofs . The first sculpture was easy to spot for it starts the path in the photo above and <i>A -"will grow one day into a great tree"</i><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oXB_FuEmW-0/X-KLM1QfLEI/AAAAAAAAT0M/Mwe7lGDMFqI5sALYY0oxzBVZFwRlMwqqACLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1070042.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oXB_FuEmW-0/X-KLM1QfLEI/AAAAAAAAT0M/Mwe7lGDMFqI5sALYY0oxzBVZFwRlMwqqACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/P1070042.JPG" width="400" /></a></i></div><i>"B has he most beautiful wings you will see". </i>The winter trees form a nice backdrop for this colourful butterfly<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5JZdTccAdM/X-KMxdt-InI/AAAAAAAAT0Y/kcN843r8UVQGMU5GoqgJTa_ziECC9ThKwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1070045.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1920" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5JZdTccAdM/X-KMxdt-InI/AAAAAAAAT0Y/kcN843r8UVQGMU5GoqgJTa_ziECC9ThKwCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/P1070045.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>Count the legs and what do we see a centipede on a tree. Fun fact you'll never find one with 100 legs because they have an odd number of pairs and those legs move fast.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mpcUfVbXRag/X-KO85-GeoI/AAAAAAAAT0k/vRMlRFrHf14He2_A1anwYkmIad_qgKIKgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1070046.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mpcUfVbXRag/X-KO85-GeoI/AAAAAAAAT0k/vRMlRFrHf14He2_A1anwYkmIad_qgKIKgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/P1070046.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>but not as fast as a deer. We spotted three more letters on the alphabet but missed two had a distraction or two and the rest and as Eric Morecambe said of his piano playing "they are the right notes but not necessarily in the right order"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wuXRoWlbMFU/X-KRjIcDzHI/AAAAAAAAT0w/4pGzJlDD6J073NmRdK7pbBRndmxizLCUACLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1070047.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wuXRoWlbMFU/X-KRjIcDzHI/AAAAAAAAT0w/4pGzJlDD6J073NmRdK7pbBRndmxizLCUACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/P1070047.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Despite the dull day there was still colour in the woods. This fern was almost like a Christmas display. Ferns absorb nutrients from their leaves before shedding them and all the nutrients have been taken underground. The snowy white fonds remains until they die and disappears.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AocMVEZZ6qc/X-KU1BSArjI/AAAAAAAAT08/rb1mshR0z883VkuzeUHoeyX0Fllg7njPACLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1070049.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AocMVEZZ6qc/X-KU1BSArjI/AAAAAAAAT08/rb1mshR0z883VkuzeUHoeyX0Fllg7njPACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/P1070049.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Oh look we have found a ladybird. Hurray.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-goBqpURXR_s/X-KWQHN9e6I/AAAAAAAAT1I/rrX6gC674DYKzvajp7JuIbOSKFHRlmgpACLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1070053%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1920" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-goBqpURXR_s/X-KWQHN9e6I/AAAAAAAAT1I/rrX6gC674DYKzvajp7JuIbOSKFHRlmgpACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/P1070053%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /></a></div>And a pheasant, not the weather for sitting. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bQ1wi6aVVwo/X-KY_t0fumI/AAAAAAAAT1U/XSW98oNiPaIXd2Y-OgjNVfZ4Q7F8-kUvwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1070054.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bQ1wi6aVVwo/X-KY_t0fumI/AAAAAAAAT1U/XSW98oNiPaIXd2Y-OgjNVfZ4Q7F8-kUvwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/P1070054.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>Nature can produce her own living sculptures. This Burr Knot almost seems to have little clasped hands beneath it.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8-8jGZQRD9Q/X-KaCdM85YI/AAAAAAAAT1g/Q_6BwPU4G9YECaDCWcD3ji3wq0OJvANWQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1070060.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8-8jGZQRD9Q/X-KaCdM85YI/AAAAAAAAT1g/Q_6BwPU4G9YECaDCWcD3ji3wq0OJvANWQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/P1070060.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Mr Rat with his curly tail.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z5Jhe0snAgA/X-KbMaAM8fI/AAAAAAAAT10/h-XE2T0FcGIMaoE-pCe--uAp0DG6M_mggCLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1070056%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z5Jhe0snAgA/X-KbMaAM8fI/AAAAAAAAT10/h-XE2T0FcGIMaoE-pCe--uAp0DG6M_mggCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/P1070056%2B%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Trying to work out how to make a door. There are quite a few of these shelters throughout the woods and every one had to be one had to be explored by a tiny person.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EPY5PmdPQfI/X-KcF_L0wbI/AAAAAAAAT18/KTrKTzgxGX8yCIJXx11cDl6jgE7P6CeRACLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1070068.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EPY5PmdPQfI/X-KcF_L0wbI/AAAAAAAAT18/KTrKTzgxGX8yCIJXx11cDl6jgE7P6CeRACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/P1070068.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Eventually ending with a ring of the Jingle Bells. We saw a lot of the alphabet but not all and one (the umbrella) we were told by a friendly passer by was undergoing repairs.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qay7wMOFNE8/X-KeCDpPgwI/AAAAAAAAT2I/1xiP7rpHqA4LgEa1hgyMZe_wGjdzYvXwQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1070062%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qay7wMOFNE8/X-KeCDpPgwI/AAAAAAAAT2I/1xiP7rpHqA4LgEa1hgyMZe_wGjdzYvXwQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/P1070062%2B%25282%2529.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Time to go our separate ways home and leave the wood behind, it is a popular place for a stroll with dogs or children. <a href="https://family-walks-pubs-lake-district.com/2017/07/26/alphabet-trail-serpentine-woods-kendal/" target="_blank">Here </a>is someone who visited in Summer although the weather looks similar.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><i></i><br /><p></p>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00253875352864018195noreply@blogger.com0Serpentine Wood, Kendal LA9, UK54.3282985 -2.75565933.487017296889675 -37.911909 75.16957970311033 32.400591tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130999193823092450.post-17604925105353792812020-10-06T21:06:00.000+01:002020-10-06T21:06:16.554+01:00At Sea on Roa Island<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-89k2_QeCJao/X3zHB8PsUfI/AAAAAAAATj8/O1U8zqIu3S4kg5NX4JVbMCD0o2idIVNJgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1070015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-89k2_QeCJao/X3zHB8PsUfI/AAAAAAAATj8/O1U8zqIu3S4kg5NX4JVbMCD0o2idIVNJgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/P1070015.JPG" width="400" /></a></div> <p></p><p> </p><p>Yesterday's sunshine tempted sailors out on the water</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nz-WGfQUTxs/X3zIbtkkNqI/AAAAAAAATkI/LNerMT4C9QYWjwpYAl_rcoWbUbtxnAqywCLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1070013%2B%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nz-WGfQUTxs/X3zIbtkkNqI/AAAAAAAATkI/LNerMT4C9QYWjwpYAl_rcoWbUbtxnAqywCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/P1070013%2B%25282%2529.JPG" width="400" /></a></div> <p></p><p>and out to sea past Roa Island and Foulney. One side of the island was blue skies<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bybD_-w0GNk/X3zKEGjEf1I/AAAAAAAATkU/B8FUUkz-9CYgg6B7BcXUL6DivVYVgCKRQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1070002%2B%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bybD_-w0GNk/X3zKEGjEf1I/AAAAAAAATkU/B8FUUkz-9CYgg6B7BcXUL6DivVYVgCKRQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/P1070002%2B%25282%2529.JPG" width="400" /></a></div> <p></p><p>and the other under dark clouds. This swimmer acclimatising to the sea temperature standing on the end of Roe Island jetty at high tide could choose his own direction. Left around the lifeboat station to sunshine or right to Piel Island under cloud. <br /><br /><br /></p>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00253875352864018195noreply@blogger.com0Roa Island, United Kingdom54.075484 -3.17160325.765250163821158 -38.327853 82.385717836178856 31.984647tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130999193823092450.post-53205113823072988732020-10-04T17:21:00.000+01:002020-10-04T17:21:17.630+01:00Beach Art<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0SlWlaA0W8c/X3j350nlE1I/AAAAAAAATiA/NVqHZB0G8ysreoepRPXta09i_smOjIjTwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1060972.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0SlWlaA0W8c/X3j350nlE1I/AAAAAAAATiA/NVqHZB0G8ysreoepRPXta09i_smOjIjTwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/P1060972.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>The flotsam and jetsam has risen up on Haverigg shingle bank and stands sentinel. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tQFNLYBJJyk/X3j4y0LW_NI/AAAAAAAATiI/ZusnfVjphq4oMXtB1lkYBbGwfYTl_iBjACLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1060973%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tQFNLYBJJyk/X3j4y0LW_NI/AAAAAAAATiI/ZusnfVjphq4oMXtB1lkYBbGwfYTl_iBjACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/P1060973%2B%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>In the stillness of the day nothing moved<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mb_FXvZ6MFY/X3j5vMiN-vI/AAAAAAAATic/sBURWAI4Qhw-kdkdtH9NfUrrhNdeSSt5ACLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1060974%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mb_FXvZ6MFY/X3j5vMiN-vI/AAAAAAAATic/sBURWAI4Qhw-kdkdtH9NfUrrhNdeSSt5ACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/P1060974%2B%25282%2529.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p>The little mountain of Black Combe watches over sea and land<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fyuum2pFiqc/X3j6a-PMvTI/AAAAAAAATik/wIhlv8e2kRUItg-U0QQSGNyOYGSd1k4ogCLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1060975.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fyuum2pFiqc/X3j6a-PMvTI/AAAAAAAATik/wIhlv8e2kRUItg-U0QQSGNyOYGSd1k4ogCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/P1060975.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>And still nothing moves<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3CJ1LH2EVs4/X3j7MrfOVRI/AAAAAAAATis/8KEeH56OP2MTZSVkjqRARa2GpKzu5McdQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1060976.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3CJ1LH2EVs4/X3j7MrfOVRI/AAAAAAAATis/8KEeH56OP2MTZSVkjqRARa2GpKzu5McdQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/P1060976.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>The jellyfish does not want to be here down in the sand it wants to move;<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5qmorfP_Rpc/X3j74vamPNI/AAAAAAAATi0/jXJEd0O8ufkjyUmcHqdeaODU2sVuuBsbwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2503/P1060979.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1877" data-original-width="2503" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5qmorfP_Rpc/X3j74vamPNI/AAAAAAAATi0/jXJEd0O8ufkjyUmcHqdeaODU2sVuuBsbwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/P1060979.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>and dreams of the pools left behind by the tide. We move on -<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VkeqOl7nwM8/X3j8hBJVkCI/AAAAAAAATi8/3mBeE5L107YYZ5jSW88eSlnovNwi8-IYACLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1060980%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VkeqOl7nwM8/X3j8hBJVkCI/AAAAAAAATi8/3mBeE5L107YYZ5jSW88eSlnovNwi8-IYACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/P1060980%2B%25282%2529.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>and in the distance see another sentinel on top of the sand dunes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2H2YdBvcIM/X3j9WEMVkUI/AAAAAAAATjQ/E_XvJXivkdIBS8Wwr2cINLlW5-9mYYFswCLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1060983.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2H2YdBvcIM/X3j9WEMVkUI/AAAAAAAATjQ/E_XvJXivkdIBS8Wwr2cINLlW5-9mYYFswCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/P1060983.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>From the sea to dune<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxT3CaCd96Y/X3j9lO_AlVI/AAAAAAAATjU/2qsHMHy2_5snoDzrvDa9W7IfNgjhElBbQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1060988.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1920" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxT3CaCd96Y/X3j9lO_AlVI/AAAAAAAATjU/2qsHMHy2_5snoDzrvDa9W7IfNgjhElBbQCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/P1060988.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>an everlasting supply of tide washed buoys to gather and to string up on the skyline by our mystery artist.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VvF5z_NC6js/X3j_4CrAHzI/AAAAAAAATjk/0ZvEsIF1VzwzYCJW_8OPANuIop0cF78dACLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1060993%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VvF5z_NC6js/X3j_4CrAHzI/AAAAAAAATjk/0ZvEsIF1VzwzYCJW_8OPANuIop0cF78dACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/P1060993%2B%25282%2529.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Nature's art of tide and time is also gathering, perhaps to grow another shingle bank<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVGqLA38sbo/X3kAW1lC-qI/AAAAAAAATjs/6BQ_ZwNTfeU8py1_-hvBFfBQZuuCYgd_QCLcBGAsYHQ/s2107/P1060991%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1713" data-original-width="2107" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVGqLA38sbo/X3kAW1lC-qI/AAAAAAAATjs/6BQ_ZwNTfeU8py1_-hvBFfBQZuuCYgd_QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/P1060991%2B%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>of the beach pebbles remnants from deep time. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00253875352864018195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130999193823092450.post-88126825399893167882020-09-24T16:47:00.000+01:002020-09-24T16:47:48.971+01:00Autumn on Duddon Moss <p> The Duddon Mosses have been well visited this year as a local escape into nature from Covid19 and for that reason the bracken has not overwhelmed the paths. Now all is quiet as people walk elsewhere and only the birds were in residence as we walked the paths and boardwalk.</p><p>One of the joys of this time of year are the variety of fungi</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ie7j6BguPPQ/X2u-Vp2d8SI/AAAAAAAATcQ/p19BDzuXV2Il6Ay8CoCwoRv56Do2EoRLgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1060957.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ie7j6BguPPQ/X2u-Vp2d8SI/AAAAAAAATcQ/p19BDzuXV2Il6Ay8CoCwoRv56Do2EoRLgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/P1060957.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>such as these common earthballs nestling in the grass. I love this passage in my old (1978) Observer's Book of Mushrooms and Toadstools . "<i>This fungus is unwholesome and should not be eaten; nevertheless as it somewhat resembles the truffle (in looks, not taste) it is sometimes used by unscrupulous restaurants in conjunction with the real thing</i>" and then it finishes off with the zinger "<i>but this happens mainly on the Continent as Truffles are little used in this country"</i> . What were we eating in 1978 that may be thought of as continental? Woman and Home tells me it was cheese fondue and quiche lorraine. Heady days. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dkzZu-hRbdw/X2u-3547YDI/AAAAAAAATcY/vQBNFdiZKbYoj9ONJStmlahk7U2Vx8EzgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1060958.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dkzZu-hRbdw/X2u-3547YDI/AAAAAAAATcY/vQBNFdiZKbYoj9ONJStmlahk7U2Vx8EzgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/P1060958.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>My fungi knowledge is scant but nevertheless I can admire their shapes, sizes and colours. This hat shape I think is a type of Cavalier<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GX0dNC5pY9w/X2vEGQNgqxI/AAAAAAAATck/uhvIisGhSP0X3wAzJ9I_FFjHIItaqBo7gCLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1060964.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GX0dNC5pY9w/X2vEGQNgqxI/AAAAAAAATck/uhvIisGhSP0X3wAzJ9I_FFjHIItaqBo7gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/P1060964.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>And a perfect round<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dPnI9it7h38/X2vGUGxrWyI/AAAAAAAATcw/s70rJWwbllA9V7ffPhRguJxIVZ9uXTmIgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1060965.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dPnI9it7h38/X2vGUGxrWyI/AAAAAAAATcw/s70rJWwbllA9V7ffPhRguJxIVZ9uXTmIgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/P1060965.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>From a distance this looked like a potato lying by the path. I think it might be a Parasitic Bolete (Boletus parasiticus) and is parasitic on Earthballs (seen in the first photo) although it is now conjectured that they simply consume dying earthballs. If my observation is correct it is an uncommon find.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zBhd3ijipyk/X2vH-2l67LI/AAAAAAAATc8/JdwqvEbUfzIBEgrK_8Csw_ltxY8VvwImgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1060966.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zBhd3ijipyk/X2vH-2l67LI/AAAAAAAATc8/JdwqvEbUfzIBEgrK_8Csw_ltxY8VvwImgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/P1060966.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Not looking in the best of health.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y1GsEM8D8bM/X2vKHq6umGI/AAAAAAAATdI/2BHh3_fvFlMwUCiMGJakXhObRf3UopOigCLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1060968.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y1GsEM8D8bM/X2vKHq6umGI/AAAAAAAATdI/2BHh3_fvFlMwUCiMGJakXhObRf3UopOigCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/P1060968.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p>So lots of fungi but one I did not see was the instantly recognisable Fly Algaric which is very strange as usually there are a lot of them here. 2018 was an especially fruitful year as can be seen in my post at the time <a href="https://araftofapples.blogspot.com/2018/09/fabulous-fungi.html" target="_blank">here</a></p><p></p><p>Leaving behind the paths we wandered across the boardwalk to admire<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LdymNdymc6s/X2vLS-Jvg6I/AAAAAAAATdU/1OHBZdtM8wIPffYV8f2Cv_dP2dptcCpAQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1060961.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1920" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LdymNdymc6s/X2vLS-Jvg6I/AAAAAAAATdU/1OHBZdtM8wIPffYV8f2Cv_dP2dptcCpAQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/P1060961.JPG" /></a></div>the Bog Asphodel whose other name is the Lancashire Asphodel and Lancashire is what this part of the country used to be until governmental edict turned it into Cumbria. 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As we took the path to leave through the<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kHb1f82YDaU/X2vNRIq4H1I/AAAAAAAATds/r9iq23T8TI0DBSfNnqOAMH__0ePZLm7ewCLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1060969.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kHb1f82YDaU/X2vNRIq4H1I/AAAAAAAATds/r9iq23T8TI0DBSfNnqOAMH__0ePZLm7ewCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/P1060969.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p>wood a Speckled Wood butterfly flew past to gently land and open its wings to take in the warmth of the sun</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q8LyyPmT-iI/X2vPjfIVCXI/AAAAAAAATeU/8anygCyKjfIkj_H9z4Pbj_ruio7tOSyhgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1060967%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q8LyyPmT-iI/X2vPjfIVCXI/AAAAAAAATeU/8anygCyKjfIkj_H9z4Pbj_ruio7tOSyhgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/P1060967%2B%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>and a young oak glowed with autumn colour.<br /> <p></p><p> </p><p></p><p> <br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> <br /><br /></p><p> <br /></p>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00253875352864018195noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130999193823092450.post-89299939450009622382020-09-15T21:08:00.000+01:002020-09-15T21:08:24.135+01:00Song Bird<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fdu-aMip11k/X2EbnE4YJFI/AAAAAAAATaE/22DQyMEEx585lyafa7NEe_Jk-UzMC0TMgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2550/P1060945.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1808" data-original-width="2550" height="284" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fdu-aMip11k/X2EbnE4YJFI/AAAAAAAATaE/22DQyMEEx585lyafa7NEe_Jk-UzMC0TMgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h284/P1060945.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Everything was on the wing making the most of the blue skies , warm temperatures and nectar. This plump little robin full of the summer's bounty sang sweetly and loudly its September song.<br /><p></p>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00253875352864018195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130999193823092450.post-10686846632532407022020-09-02T19:56:00.000+01:002020-09-02T19:56:25.213+01:00Heather Bloom<p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K5rzhEVHi-U/X0_iccsuIoI/AAAAAAAATXc/kyD1fP16es4tOJCjWlwdFYV9dWHoIkIWQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2560/P1060917%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K5rzhEVHi-U/X0_iccsuIoI/AAAAAAAATXc/kyD1fP16es4tOJCjWlwdFYV9dWHoIkIWQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/P1060917%2B%25282%2529.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Duddon Mosses looking towards the Coniston Fells</i><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">An expanse of heather signals to us that autumn is on the way. Enjoy its purple glory and the ebbing of summer days. <br /></p>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00253875352864018195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130999193823092450.post-88642737894108560712020-03-18T21:05:00.000+00:002020-03-18T21:05:23.434+00:00Split Decision<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Walking into Liverpool from a different direction than usual when visiting the city I turned into Chapel Street and was hit in the eye with these colours. I had discovered the Liverpool plinth. Like London's fourth plinth in Trafalgar Square it also hosts a temporary sculpture but in this case it is chosen by competition open to people living and working in the north of England.<br />
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This striking sculpture measures 45 metres and the artist says the "colours express emotions and fears that a depressed individual experiences when having to make a decision". I wonder if the body also represents a bottle of pills or just the feeling of being blue. The colours are the same in each direction - choices are hard when not being able to see a difference in direction. <br />
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One of life's coincidences means that this sculpture, chosen in 2019, is so relevant in these strange times of the Covid 19 virus and the instruction to everyone of social distancing, only necessary travel and self-isolation when all sorts of decisions, big and small, will have to be made. <br />
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<u>The Artist:</u><br />
Sam Shendi is an Egyptian born British sculpture who lives and works in Yorkshire. His other works can be seen on his <a href="http://samshendi.co.uk/sculptures/" target="_blank">website.</a> He works in industrial materials such as stainless steel, aluminum or fibreglass to create his figurative works but the colours distract from the material and what lies beneath, They are fascinating from the whimsical to the thought provoking.<br />
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The <a href="https://www.notjusthockney.info/shendi-sam/" target="_blank">Not Just Hockney website</a> has a short bio and for lover of the industrial history a photo of his commemoration of the nail makers of Silsden. Hopefully in the future I could combine a visit to Silsden with a walk by the wonderful Leeds to Liverpool Canal. <br />
<br />Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00253875352864018195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130999193823092450.post-53093238964481167312020-03-17T21:14:00.000+00:002020-03-17T21:17:54.364+00:00St Patrick<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--1QAP4oqsqI/XnE5aqt2w8I/AAAAAAAASkU/YfdzZcIV94Qam16ly2LMICowDj0jMeOhACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/P1030324.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--1QAP4oqsqI/XnE5aqt2w8I/AAAAAAAASkU/YfdzZcIV94Qam16ly2LMICowDj0jMeOhACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/P1030324.JPG" width="640" /></a><br />
We were in search of red kites in Kilmagig Forest on a holiday in Ireland a couple of years ago, but saw none. In our wandering however we did find St Patrick standing in Kilmagig Old Cemetery on a hilltop near the forest. It is said this is where he built a church for the name Kilmagig mean 'Church of the Windy Plain'. On our visit there was only a gentle breeze on a warm June day.<br />
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Happy St Patrick's Day.</div>
Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00253875352864018195noreply@blogger.com0Kilmagig Upper, Co. Wicklow, Ireland52.8495515 -6.197000699999999452.839962 -6.2171707 52.859140999999994 -6.1768306999999991tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130999193823092450.post-8848414793175211092020-01-31T20:15:00.001+00:002020-01-31T20:15:33.694+00:00One Hundred Years<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Today would have been my mother's 100th birthday but here she is at 23 in her Fire Brigade uniform when she was stationed in Kendal, Westmorland (today Cumbria) in the war. Leading Firewoman Gardner. The caption on the back of the photo says "<i>1943 at Kendal over the river near the Kendal Fire Station.</i>". I think the Aynam Road Fire Station is in the background and can be seen <a href="https://www.waymarking.com/waymarks/WM34DG" target="_blank">here</a>. Not only is the fire station now elsewhere but she looks to be standing by lock gates which I presume was part of the Lancaster Canal which at one time ran right into Kendal and was closed to commercial traffic in 1947. <br />
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My parents met in Kendal when they were both posted there and my father used to enjoy saying that Hitler brought them together. Here they are in March 1944 in the village of Sedgwick. I would hazard a guess they have walked along the canal towpath. I wonder if the tree is still there.<br />
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Happy Birthday Mum</div>
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<br />Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00253875352864018195noreply@blogger.com1Kendal LA9, UK54.328005999999988 -2.746290000000044554.25392699999999 -2.9076515000000445 54.402084999999985 -2.5849285000000446tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130999193823092450.post-62227211918382071432019-12-25T13:44:00.000+00:002019-12-25T13:44:51.282+00:00The Day of Christmas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Wave upon wave of rain for weeks made me wonder if it is ever going to end but is there hope in sight? Observe the day on which Christmas falls for the weather ahead says '<i>The Knowledge of Things Unknown'</i> published in 1729 when Christmas day fell on a Sunday. Of course just to confuse things that depends on whether you were using the <a href="https://www.timeanddate.com/calendar/julian-gregorian-switch.html" target="_blank">Julian or Gregorian calendar.</a> Here is the handy guide to the days of Christmas - <br />
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If Christmas Day falls on a<br />
Sunday, that year shall be a warm Winter, the Summer hot and dry: peace and quietness shall be plenteous among married folks. If on a<br />
Monday, a misty Winter, the Summer windy and stormy: and many women mourning their husbands. <br />
Tuesday, a cold Winter and much snow, the Summer wet; but good peace shall be among Kings and Princes<br />
Wednesday, the Winter naughty and hard, the Summer very good; young people and cattle shall die sore<br />
Thursday, the Winter mild and Summer very good and abundant; many great men shall perish<br />
Friday, the Winter neither bad nor good and the Harvest indifferent<br />
Saturday, the Winter with great wind snow and cold, the Summer good; there shall be war in many lands<br />
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I like the benign beginnings of the forecasts with often doom-laden endings.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Wishing Everyone a Merry Christmas </span> </div>
Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00253875352864018195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130999193823092450.post-22709002339179545812019-12-21T23:00:00.000+00:002019-12-21T23:00:44.719+00:00The Mere Cremone Gardens<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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To continue my stroll by the side of The Mere from the previous post I'll start with this Wood Pigeon chilling out.<br />
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The sun was against me to capture 'Secure' (made of steel and oak) by Nick Horrigan so maybe I'll pass the view off as moody. Next<br />
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The artist John Merrill was inspired to create the wooden SShhh by the peace and quiet of the beech avenue at the end of Cremone Gardens. Originally made of local lime wood the weather eventually took its toll so he has re-carved and replaced the letters in good old sturdy oak. The utility vehicle was also quiet however its driver was hard at work with a leaf blower keeping the path clear. He had come prepared for in the yellow bucket was something most welcome on a chilly and windy day, a hot drinks flask. His leaf blower was turned off when we reached the sculpture and he<br />
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waited until I had taken a picture of the decorated holly tree and passed him to retrace our steps<br />
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for the path beyond in the woods was very muddy not the place for someone wearing the wrong footwear. <br />
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Or to go beyond the gate to the Fishing Pod to gaze over the waters. I believe there is a family of otters living on The Mere - no need for them to join the EAC (Ellesmere Angling Club) for these natural catchers of fish have carte blanche<br />
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Ellesmere Sculpture Trail - <a href="http://www.ellesmeresculpture.co.uk/symposia/2011-symposium/john-merrill" target="_blank">John Merrill</a><br />
Ellesmere Sculpture Trail - <a href="http://www.ellesmeresculpture.co.uk/symposia/2011-symposium/nick-horrigan" target="_blank">Nick Horrigan </a>with a much better photo.Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00253875352864018195noreply@blogger.com0A495, Ellesmere SY12 0PA, UK52.907960359701917 -2.883000200927767852.89838485970192 -2.9031702009277676 52.917535859701914 -2.862830200927768tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130999193823092450.post-90159388572916263102019-12-12T23:01:00.000+00:002019-12-12T23:01:13.734+00:00Bee Metropolis<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A willow by a mere on a rainy and blustery day in Shropshire. The place is Ellesmere and the area contains the largest natural glacial meres in England outside of the Lake District, which of course are on a grander scale. The mere here (Old English for Sea Lake) is perfectly formed and simply called The Mere. <br />
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The waters are surrounded by interesting trees and also<br />
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The slowly moving sculpture was being rotated by the breeze and is by local artist Caroline Lowe who wove a willow sculpture representing a Wool Carder Bee (Anthidium manicatum)<br />
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and this honeycomb shaped sign shows it and its plant of preference. <br />
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The logs the willow bee rises above have been drilled with holes to make homes for solitary bees and other invertebrates.<br />
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<u>Links- </u><br />
1. Ellesmere abuzz over giant bee sculpture - <a href="https://www.shropshirestar.com/news/2015/09/23/ellesmere-abuzz-over-giant-bee-sculpture/" target="_blank">artist and bee</a><br />
2. <a href="https://artsconnection.org.uk/project/caroline-lowe-2/" target="_blank">Caroline Lowe</a><br />
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<br />Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00253875352864018195noreply@blogger.com0Boathouse, Ellesmere SY12 0RA, UK52.907132123859377 -2.883171862304720952.868830623859374 -2.9638528623047211 52.94543362385938 -2.8024908623047207tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130999193823092450.post-62920167157274320802019-11-20T16:36:00.001+00:002019-11-20T16:36:29.143+00:00Museum of the Moon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A clear November day when some trees still retain their autumnal colour . Here we are on Castle Hill about to enter Lancaster Priory to see a moon.<br />
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The view on entering of our time worn natural satellite - a recreation of the surface by Luke Jerram which he calls the 'Museum of the Moon'.<br />
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Walking down the aisle to enter the chancel and look back from the 14th Century choir stalls.<br />
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which are intricately carved. It is appropriate that these wonders of woodwork by unknown medieval craftsmen have<br />
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an embroidered cushion celebrating the furniture making of Robert Gillow and the company he founded in the 19th Century - <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gillows_of_Lancaster_and_London" target="_blank">Gillows of Lancaster and London.</a> The medieval misericord of the folding seat can be seen above it.<br />
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The moon is 7 metres in diameter and there were both spiritual and cultural references to the moon scattered around in the Priory as well as an information sheet with prayers, stories and the dates of the moon's cycle through the month. I love a pun and the leaflet uses Lancaster's river as one as it is called - By the Light of the Silvery Lune. Moonlight on water is of course always magical. <br />
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Going up the stairs to the gallery a different perspective of the moon can be seen.<br />
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There has been a church on Castle Hill since Saxon times however Lancaster Priory dates from the 14th Century but apart from the rich medieval heritage changes have been made <a href="https://lancasterpriory.org/church/history/" target="_blank">throughout time</a> . The bell tower (10 bells inside) is is dated 1759 but it needs some repair and there is a sponsor a brick scheme running inside the church.<br />
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The Museum of the Moon like its celestial template is always on the move and the Light Up Lancaster festival, which it was part of, ends today so it will travel south to the Wales Millennium Centre in Cardiff for December and the new year. (<a href="https://my-moon.org/about/" target="_blank">Museum of the Moon website)</a> <br />
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Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00253875352864018195noreply@blogger.com2Priory Vicarage, Priory Close, Lancaster LA1 1YZ, UK54.0510811401129 -2.80549536032708654.0487506401129 -2.8105378603270861 54.0534116401129 -2.800452860327086tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130999193823092450.post-81245996013992329802019-09-21T16:53:00.000+01:002019-09-21T16:54:31.331+01:00Last Day of Summer<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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The weather forecast is that today's high temperature is summer's last hurrah and that storm clouds are gathering.<br />
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Of course one could hire a beach hut and enjoy the seaside whatever the weather and<br />
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this one comes with its own puffin. <br />
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I love a thatched roof and this one is a pure delight. With the two levels and two doors I imagine it was once two cottages but today this 18th Century building is one. Do you spot anything scampering across the top of the roof?<br />
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Well perhaps more a still life. From a distance I first thought this was a fox but of course only a squirrel would be at home on a roof top. <br />
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I saw this mysterious dark sphere arrive in the Kröller Müller Sculpture Gardens in the summer of 2018 surrounded by the curators and the Gerard Lammers' driver who has just unloaded it with his hands on his hips waiting to leave. I captioned it Touching the Void on my Flickr page but the Kröller Müller webpage has listed its new acquisitions and its actual name is 'Battery for Five Fingers' and if I had been closer would have seen the five round holes which "invite you to insert your fingers in order to charge yourself up" and the hatted man is indeed charging himself up. The granite ball has been given to the Kroller Muller by the artist Jan van Munster and I wonder if the man 'charging' could be van Munster himself.<br />
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The long hot summer of 2018 as can be seen has taken its toll on the grass <br />
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The lorry has left and the logistics of handling this large 9 ton granite sphere, or as the artist says 'amassed energy', has been passed on. When one thinks of the deep time from which granite has emerged then indeed this is a planet sized "big ball of amassed energy". Maybe I will be able to return to this wonderful art gallery and garden some time in the future and charge myself. <br />
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A mythical animal gazes at the gardens of the <a href="https://krollermuller.nl/en/unique-in-every-season" target="_blank">Kröller-Müller Museum</a> in the Netherlands. Is it mammal, reptile or from another dimension? It could be described as a gargoyle, those that frighten and guard a church from evil or harmful spirits, this one looks more benign surrounded by the natural world and only a product of the artists imagination, one yet to come or arriving fully formed like an evolution of a species.<br />
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Henry Moore cast this animal head from 1957-1967 another has made its hone in <a href="https://www.tate.org.uk/art/artworks/moore-animal-head-t02277" target="_blank">Tate Britain</a> but I don't know if it is on display.Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00253875352864018195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130999193823092450.post-13685322902760167992019-01-01T13:16:00.000+00:002019-01-01T13:16:43.081+00:00Happy New Year<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The new year rolling in with an illustration from 'The Nightingale Dished Up On China Plates' by Richard André published in 1899. Writer and prolific illustrator of hundreds of books both adult and childrens, his life was full of change. The March of Time blog encapsulates it perfectly with the added bonus of some of Richard André's beautiful illustrations in - <a href="http://marchhousebookscom.blogspot.com/2013/03/a-colourful-life-r-richard-andre.html" target="_blank">A Colourful Life </a> </div>
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From 24th November to 2 December the Tree Council promote 'National Tree Week' which is the start of the winter tree planting season (November to March) and volunteers and schools will be out and about putting that thought into action. Winter also reveals the beautifully intricate structure of trees.<br />
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While in spring what is better than to gazing up into the sky through their branches while taking in the glory of these yellow laburnum flowers.<br />
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The oak famously is home to a myriad of species and here is seen with a nicely snappy rhyme 'Plant a Tree in 73' postmark. Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00253875352864018195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130999193823092450.post-69711658549590479112018-11-20T18:24:00.001+00:002018-11-20T18:24:06.572+00:00Ghosts of the Past<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Time for walkies at Canal Foot for the Duddon History Group, the entrance to what was once the shortest canal in the country which today is a magnet for anglers, runners and strollers. The ship on the sign gives a clue to the reason for the canal as these came in at high tide from Morecambe Bay but there were also shipbuilders here as well. The notorious shifting sands and channels of Morecambe Bay added a bit of jeopardy to the changing locations of piers. The canal had a short operational life and the coming of the Furness Railway sounded its death knell. Canal Foot is now an ideal place to see the long railway viaduct (part of which can be seen in the background of the photo above) and the trains crossing, watch the bird life and enjoy the view,<br />
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We however were in search of past industries of which little remains but limestone quarries and lime kilns. The limestone is used in the iron making process and there were quite a few plants here at one time with also an iron ore mine but this view is what was the track-bed of the industrial rail link coming into the area and a rather fine limestone wall.<br />
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When I downloaded my photos I wondered why I had taken a picture of a field. Sheep in fields I am rather fond of but they are way in the distance then it was pointed out that banking loop to the right is also the old rail track. In the distance can be see Hoad Hill<br />
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and the monument. One can never get lost in Ulverston with this landmark and for generations of people a marker from a long journey that "we are nearly home". After looking down the watery depths of the old iron ore mine we looped back to the canal<br />
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Low autumn light can make taking photographs tricky but it also lights up the colours of the few remaining leaves reluctant to let go.<br />
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After lunch at Canal Foot we journeyed half a mile down the road to the quiet hamlet of Sandhall with a handily placed postbox. In the 19th Century it was a hive of industry which included quarry, brick, and wire works and just round the corner<br />
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Carter Pool where the last ship to be built in Ulverston was constructed. From the size of it today it seems rather incredible. Nothing on the surface remains of these industries and today this is a watery flat land and we watched hundreds of geese flying in formation in the sky, dividing and and then combining making shapes as they wheeled across the sky. Did I say nothing remains of the old industry here? Well there are two slag banks where now bee orchids grow and<br />
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a rather beautiful chimney that was once part of the wire works which operated from around 1882 to about 1919 and was left as a navigation aid for vessels berthing at Ainslie Pier, Hammerside.<br />
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The white brick banding is actually more yellow but digital doesn't pick it out too well. It looks to be in rather good condition.<br />
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I got rather excited about this chimney so clicked happily away as we passed it. Our guide for the day was Rod McKeever whose book The Industrial Archaeology of South Ulverston no doubt will guide us for another visit to the area.<br />
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Further and more informed information of Ulverston Canal and South Ulverston can be found on the Cumbrian Industrial History <a href="http://www.cumbria-industries.org.uk/a-look-around-ulverston-canal-and-south-ulverston/#_" target="_blank">site</a><br />
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The bugle sounds on the 11 November 1918 for the cease fire and the end of The Great War.<br />
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Those that survived main question was 'what now' but it was time to live in the moment for this Canadian who had gathered blackberries from Bourlon Wood among the shattered trees. What better symbol than the blackberry growing on its tangle of bramble branches in even the poorest soil and even in a land shattered by war.<br />
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Peace however was harder to find for although it came to western europe conflicts rumbled on in the east. Some of the Canadian's comrades lie at the end of the Avenue de Monument in the south-west corner of the village of Bourlon, lives never lived. The park is a series of terraces lined with ancient lime trees that were nursed back to heath after being shattered by the Battle for Bourlon wood. Nature survives us all. <br />
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The Spirit of Heysham sculpture by Michael Edwards on the wall of Heysham's Jubilee Institute depicts many of the historical buildings and artifacts to be seen in this ancient space and led us to the small but interesting Heritage Centre where the Duddon Valley History Group learnt about the area and indulged in a small bit of retail therapy and then moved on<br />
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to one of those buildings on the sculpture, St Peter's Church, a sturdy squat building whose churchyard slopes down to the sea and the buildings rear windows look out over the expanse of Morecambe Bay. Two of the remains of crosses can be seen either side of the path in the photo above. The core of the church is Anglo Saxon (mid 8th Century or before) and the door with a wooden bar and niches speaks across the centuries of times when refuge was taken from those with ill intent coming from the sea or land. Over the centuries the interior has been expanded from its Anglo-Saxon origin and altered with each era, Norman to Victorian. One of the church's great treasures is the Hogback Stone, a Viking grave cover, and the story it contains of the Legends of Sigmund and Sigurd the Dragon Slayer are told and can be seen <a href="http://www.heyshamparish.org.uk/hp/Hogback.pdf" target="_blank">here . </a>Our church guide Richard Martin had a wealth of knowledge of the church and its history and has a handy guide available in the church for self tours. <br />
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The church was consecrated in 967 and as part of its millennium celebrations the parishioners in 1966 made kneelers and cushions portraying the area's industry and occupations. The four evangelists have pride of place<br />
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by the wooden screen in the chancel. This is St Mathew and St John (the eagle)<br />
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St Mark (the winged lion) and St Luke (the winged ox). The Cross with the crosses at the end is a Crosslet which also represents the four evangelists and the spreading of the gospel to the four corners of the earth. Moving outside towards St Patrick's Chapel<br />
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a different type of cross can be see, a Pommée, the apple shapes at the end represent the fruits of the Christian life and it is thought that <br />
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St Patrick's Chapel on top of the headland was a place of retreat. It would have been a great place for contemplation with its views over Morecambe Bay and the hills of the Lake District. Another of Heysham's treasures are the six rock-cut graves -<br />
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Nobody knows their origin but they are certainly unique and, as demonstrated, it looks a cosy place to end ones days under ever changing skies. Perhaps there were sky burials here although the less romantic archaeological explanation is that they were probably reliquaries for bones and other materials as they were not big enough for bodies but I observe they appear to big enough for female bodies. The holes at the head were for crosses. We took our leave of the Anglo-Saxon chapel and returned to the church<br />
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another stone coffin but of one which at one time contained the body of a past rector of the church (the crumbled remains of his chalice can be seen in the church). We headed away<br />
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to the nearby St Peter's cafe, a converted stables, which was a nice warming retreat to take the chill off the biting wind of the day.<br />
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The Heysham Timeline can be seen on Heysham Heritage Association website <a href="http://www.heyshamheritage.org.uk/history_of_heysham.html" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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<br />Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00253875352864018195noreply@blogger.com0Heysham, UK54.04199 -2.894475000000056854.004698 -2.975156000000057 54.079282 -2.8137940000000565tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130999193823092450.post-29730773217046567422018-10-06T17:21:00.002+01:002018-10-06T17:21:57.163+01:00Galatea Comes to Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Galatea (45699) took a trip down the Cumbrian coast at the end of September and we watched from Foxfield Station as it steamed round the estuary<br />
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then came into view as it approached the station bend<br />
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past Tony Sharp's Trailer yard and towards the crowd of steam enthusiasts, their numbers swelled by those that were attending the beer festival in the Prince of Wales nearby who also couldn't resist a steam loco. <br />
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Galatea thundered past. The driver waved, we waved, and then passengers and spectators waved, the power of steam and history joining us together in a wave of pure joy. Galatea the statue that came to life and a locomotive brought to life by the power of engineering.<br />
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Can't get enough of steam engines? <a href="http://www.docbrown.info/docspics/ArchiveSteam/loco45699.htm" target="_blank">Here are more</a> photos of Galatea and some black and white photos of the Jubilee class taken in the 1960s <br />
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