End of June

Published in error 2nd November, but it’ll have to do now.
The ‘wramblings’ in the header has, as you will have deduced gentle reader, a silent W which is there for purely aesthetic reasons. I rather like the twothree definitions of ‘ramble’:

  1. Walk for pleasure in the countryside
  2. Talk or write at length in a confused or inconsequential way
  3. (Of a plant) put out long shoots and grow over walls or other plants

(Oxford Dictionaries)
The first two of these I do to a great extent, the second rather more than the first, and the third is a characteristic of many plants that that leg me up when negotiating my way through shrubberies and the like. Got rather distracted there for a while by The Knights Who Say Ni while looking up shrubbery. Incidentally, one of the best insults in the English language has to be “Your mother was a hamster and your father smelled of elderberries”. (see what I mean about the second definition?)

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Keeping on with June

As you, gentle reader will be aware, I walk along the canal towpath most days. What won’t be so obvious, to those who know me as a surly old curmudgeon, is that I have many a happy word for those I pass.

Generally folk will greet each other and me with a fairly cheery “Hi” or comment on the weather. Some will pause with a comment, often about my camera or something they’ve seen that they think was worthy of a snap. Added bonus is meeting people walking dogs. Much fuss can be made of our four legged friends.

I know quite a few anglers because they are often at or near the same place on so many occasions. My usual greeting to them is “Doin’ owt?”. This usually brings either a lament: “Nar, it’s rubbish. They’re not bitin’.” or “Just lost a big ‘un.” or, quite rarely, “Great – twelve in t’ last hour.”

Cyclists are a different kettle of fish. Most are OK – tingling their bells at a reasonable distance and thanking you as they pass. Some just sneak up, the first you know is their tyres hissing on the gravel as they near your heels.

It’s a sign of the times that single women usually pass in silence often with eyes cast down. Can’t blame ’em – there’s a whole load of yobs round here and nothing to mark me as an exception.
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June Week 2

I’ve been suffering from occasional back nurgle which, with my ‘walk over a mile and the hip goes “clunk‘, has sometimes made walking a bit of a chore. Some days I don’t go at all but they’re few and far between. Minimum usual walk is to town via lake and canal, most often including up to Deep Lock.
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Or you can see this week hereLINK on flickr


This was one of the ‘minimal’ days:
A squirrel in the trees across the canal and a wren singing its heart out.

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June – Week one

The header picture is of Shireoaks church, Saint Luke’s, from the top of the old pit tip which has been reclaimed and is now a public space with meadows and young woodland.
Until the early 1970s the Church had a spire but it was removed for safety – there was subsidence.
From the Church websiteLINK:

The foundation stone was laid by the then Prince of Wales, later to become Edward VII, on St Luke’s day, 18th October 1861. The same day two years later saw it’s dedication.
Built in “High Church” style it was a present to the village by the fifth Duke of Newcastle-Under-Lyne. The Duke was the owner of the colliery at the village and commissioned the architect Thomas Chambers Hind to build a church for his colliers who “badly want it”.


Thinks: why do kettle spouts have filters? Most(?) folk fill ’em through the spout so anything lodging in there will be poured back out with the contents. Unless your water is very, very, hard, you’re unlikely to have anything filterable originating in the kettle.


On with the pics:
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Narrowboat Concordia moored at the Lock Keeper before heading up towards Shireoaks. The cock pheasant was displaying noisily on an earth heap left by the groundsman. Most days I take at least one and probably more, series of pics to attack with Hugin panorama maker – often of the pond but occasionally elsewhere. Distant heron and close up daddy long legs.

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It’s here!

I cannot be bothered with blogging when the weather’s decent – I’d rather be out walking, although I do shove some pics up to Flickr after each day’s meander.
So a quick catch up on the summer(ha)‘s pictures.

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Back end of May

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Second bit of May

More of the same,
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May 12th

Walk to Lindrick DaleGoogle map. Round the pond, up to Cinderhill via Shireoaks Woodlands (tip), across to Brancliffe Farm, Moses Seat and Lindrick Dale then round back down the canal via Fan Field Farm and Thorpe and Turnerwood locks. Had the obligatory ice cream cornet at Turnerwood; I must photograph one sometime.

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