A Wazzock Wonders

Things I think while walking.

Anyone remember a song or ditty that included the words: “I’m going back to imazaz” continuing “To imazaz the pub next door”. There’s loads of quotes of just those words on t’internet but I can’t find a whole song.
“(S)He isn’t as green as he’s cabbage looking” An old expression from Yorkshire meaning: “I may look new to this, but I’m not”.

Robbie

Robbie

Hands up those who recall Fife Robertson the archetype BBC Scottish reporter “Hellooo therrr, I’m Fyfe Robertson”. (The rather awful sassenach’s Scots is a direct copy from Wikipedia) Can’t imagine why he came to mind.

“Anybody’s for a little apple” was a saying that I seem to recall but I can’t find it anywhere on t’web. It implied that someone was easily influenced.
“They were only playin’ leapfrog” is from the musical “Oh What a Lovely War”. I have, obviously false, memories of hearing this song when I was a kid. The stage musical was staged in 1963 but I can’t imagine that I heard it before the film in 1969. Continue reading

Next few days of March

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Monday 14th March ’16

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Blackthorn is really beginning to bloom everywhere now.
Think there are four grebes(great crested obviously) on the pond but there might be more. They move so quickly underwater that, unless you see two at the same time, you can’t really tell.
This was a Molly Walking day and quite warm. She enjoys paddling to have a drink without having to bend down.
Here’s three grebes at once. If I recall correctly, I did catch sight of four at once but not on camera. Continue reading

A Week of Wazzocking

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Monday the Seventh of March Twenty Sixteen


Another of those panorama shots of the pond. Getting fed up with ’em yet? Tough!
Starlings are really underrated, they’re beautiful birds.
Think this is a pair of great crested grebes. (As opposed to just two hanging about together) Continue reading

Fifth of March – to Pudding Dyke

Saturday 5th March – walked to Pudding Dyke on the summit pound of the Chesterfield canal.
Here’slink the annotated ‘Google Maps’ of the walk.

The walk

Screengrab of the Walk


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Yup! Another pano of the pond – sorry. (not really)
Dunnocks is nice wee birds.
Ubiquitous but not easy to get close to – crow.
Jelly ear fungus. aka Jew’s ear, Judas ear. They preferentially, though not exclusively, grow on elder trees which was the tree on which Judas hanged himself – it ses here. They can look and feel like ears. Oh yes, they’re edible – but bland.

 

Highground bridge, next to Deep Lock at the Lock Keeper pub. There are deep grooveslink from the horse’s towing ropes in the stones of the bridge.
The hedge between Deep Lock and Wood End (Haggonfields) has quite a lot of Lichen – most of it the yellow/green stuff as here.
Just beyond Tylden Road bridge is the site of several disappeared houses. There’s still the remains of a set of ‘outside lavs’ – I am always reminded of the phrase “he (or she) was built like a brick shithouse” as I pass.

 

Two views from the same point: forward to Duke’s Bridge and Cinderhill; backward to Boundary Lock and the aqueduct over the River Ryton. Trip boat Hugh Henshall was in Boundary Lock – they were on a training session.
Weather was less than congenial I made half-hearted return journey starts before travelling on.
The chaffinch and robin looked as if they were deliberately ignoring each other – which I suppose they were.
Along the path to Brancliffe Grange farm there’s loads of lichen – I rather liked this elder sending new shoots through it.
Fence posts in the moist atmosphere of the north side of the railway embankment grow some lovely mosses.

 

Brancliffe Grange Farm. A pano from the footpath next to the rail line, the farm and the road with a line of trees.
There were a couple of buzzards overhead for a while. Couldn’t focus fast enough or well enough to get a better pic.
On the road the trees stand against the sky.
A couple more panoramas, one of the farm itself and the other of the small wood at the top of the hill. No idea why the wood is called ‘Moses Seat’ but ‘In a symbolic sense, sitting in Moses’ seat means teaching from the books of Moses, the Pentateuch, the first five books of the Bible’ from herelink Make of that what you will.

 


The canal feeder stream passes under the footpath at the far side of Moses’ Seat.
It separates from the Ryton at the weir below Lindrick Golf course.
The golf course is greatly gorsed.
In Lindrick Dale Anston Brook meets Pudding Dyke to form the River Ryton.
Beyond Lindrick Dale the old Rail Bridge is sprinkled with tiny ferns.

 


The footpath crosses Fan Field Farm to the railway.
The notice at the crossing point exhorts one to ‘Beware of trains’.
The weather wasn’t the best and some of the pathways underfoot were a tad muddy
A couple of great tits in the undergrowth.

 

The overflow that carries Pudding Dyke across the canal was flowing really full.
Tried a panorama shot to get all the overflow in focus.
There’s a Dept’ of Environment box at the side of the overflow – the cover seems to have fallen off.
The weather was on a bit of a negative swing at the time.
Tiny ‘shrooms on a tree stump.

 
Down the Locks to Turnerwood:


Three views of Thorpe Top Treble: from the bridge; from the corner on the summit pound and from below through Thorpe Locks Bridge. This lock was the first to be built on the canal.
Then there’s Middle Lock in the distance above Bottom Lock and Lime House Lock with Bottom above.
The weather was by now vile but blue sky was visible to the North, which was where the wind was blowing from. A couple were sheltering under the bridge – I imparted the foregoing wisdom to them (about the blue sky and wind etc.) and later, when the sky cleared and the sun came out, realised that I must have sounded like one of the local yokels being knowledgeable about country matters. Heh! Me, a true townie if ever there was one.

 


Milestone Lock is so called because it’s adjacent to the 17 mile stone visible in the centre of the first picture.
At Milestone lock in the lessening rain an angler was walking up trailing his bait in the water.
Brickyard Double Lock was so named because the field at the side once hosted brick making kilns using the clay from t’other side of the canal.
I’ve no idea who Brown was or why he gave his name to a lock.
Turnerwood double is usually counted as the first of the Thorpe flight rather that what seems more intuitive – the last of the Turnerwood flight.

 


By the time I was down towards Cinderhill the weather was glorious, it is March after all, the view across the canal was worth a picture. That’s a field of growing crops – not a manicured meadow.
The cloud in the distance attracted my notice. I have mentioned my liking for clouds, haven’t I?
Daisies blush when they’re young but lose the habit with age – just like people really.

 


A Long Tailed Tit doin’ the buggerin’ off. The wings are amazing.
You’ll have to take my word for it that this is a goldcrest. I did see it and its crest better but was unable to get a decent snap.
The magpie was on a multi-thousand volt cable high above the canal.
You can see where they got colours for paints way back can’t you? Don’t know whether this is a fungus or a lichen but I’ve plumped for fungus.

 

Treated myself at M&S at Journey’s End:

Reward

Reward

March begins

Did I mention that I’ve bought one of those things to cut cheese consisting of a small slab of marble with a wire?

Cheese cutter

Cheese cutter

Here ’tis – with some Extra Mature Cheddar on half a Tuc biccie. I usually pig out on Stilton but my local M&S food recently had a fridge breakdown and (horrors!) chucked a load of cheese away. Isn’t that a bit daft? Cheese is basically rotten milk – all M&S’s is sealed so how could it go off(er)? In passing why does cheese have a ‘BEST BEFORE’ date? Continue reading

Last two days of Feb

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Sunday 28th Feb

Walked to Turnerwood and back the pretty waymap link – about 13Km – nearly 8 miles – including shopping at the end. Might have overdone it a tad – hip ached by the time I got home. There’s links to the pics on the map.
For reasons best known to my subconscious I’ve got these pics in exactly the wrong order – last to first. Can’t be arsed to change it now so …

There’s a footpath posted from the Sports and Social club that is covered with snowdrops … and goats … on its way to Shireoaks Road. I’ve been so far along it several times but never had the nerve to enter the goats’ paddock; I assume they’re friendly but just look at those horns. The snowdrops are rather nice bloody beautifulStop pussyfooting around, Roj. Say it like it is.. Continue reading

Almost the End of Feb

I was going to cover the month to the end but ’twas getting a bit long so I’ve split this page. The twenty eighth was a rather long walk to Turnerwood that led to a lot of pics. Once every four years there’s the twenty ninth, of course.
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Those were the days …

I was born in 1944, so my earliest memories are of the late 40s and the 50s. I remember detachable collars on men’s shirts. My father had ’em, a clean one every day. I also remember them being washed, ironed and starched. They were held in place by studslink, one at the front to hold the collar and shirt together and one at the back holding the collar to the shirt. Apparently they’re still a thinglink. They were ‘boil washed(Dunno how one boil washes but that’s what was done … I’m told) and heavily starched.

Washing Dolly (Photo from e-bay)

Washing Dolly
(Photo from e-bay)

The rest of the washing was done in a large barrel shaped thing with a posher (or posser or dolly) to agitate the clothes. When we lived at Lismore Road we had a basement that, at the back of the house, opened on to the garden. This basement was where the washing was done and probably the ironing as well, although I have some memories of an electric iron plugged in to a double socket on the light above the ground floor table. Continue reading