Just to say: It takes me hours to select (I took over 500 here) and play about with pictures before loading them up to the blog. That’s why I’m usually SLOW with new pages.
On Friday I took a trip to my home town, Sheffield. I spent my early life there and return whenever I can. It’s only ½ an hour’s train journey.
On the way there (haven’t train fares gone up?) the line passes Turnerwood and the Brancliffe canal feeder. I’ve walked the length of the feeder but this is a different picture.
(here’s a map)
I’ve shown several pictures of the “water feature” outside the station; this catches almost all of it.
I was distracted by what seemed to be a fire drill on Paternoster Road and walked up Charles Street. This picture (David Attenborough) must be fairly new as it doesn’t show on Google maps.
Not generally appreciated, the cheese grater car park:
Either side of a shop door, these greyhounds are about three feet high.
The new market building’s well under way:
Caught a 20A bus to Graves park. This was the 33 when I last lived here, but I remember before they built the Hemsworth estate when the 34 was the main route with 2 & 3 “Circular” going entirely round the city.
I walked down to my old local where Stuart the landlord was just going out. He gave me some sad news, it had been the funeral of an old drinking buddy the day before. John Ashmore was for a good many years a fixture at the Mount Pleasant lounge bar.
There’s an old quarry site where we called the spoil heaps the “elephant hills”
Sun through the bare trees is striking.
An old bridge shows how an arch can hold against the years.
Fungus on a downed tree
There are three lakes. The bottom one used to have rowing boats on complete with ‘parky’ tannoying “number six, your time is up”. It’s now given over to waterbirds and lillies.
A couple of coots were either fighting or mating, my money’s on the former.
There’s often a squirrel around the ‘bottom’ lake.
I’ve been fascinated by goosanders on Godfrey’s pond, so I was very pleased to see the population on the lake.
A reasonable picture of a male.
Pied wagtail bobbing about below the ‘middle’ pond.
On to the ‘top’ lake. I recall when it was nothing but a swamp that you could walk across almost dry shod. It’s now fenced off and populated by more waterfowl.
No ornithologist: what are these birds?
Guinea fowl looking all monochrome.
Common as muck:
Back to town
In the Peace Gardens the illuminations were being dismantled.
The stainless balls on Norfolk street reflect the strangest things.
Back at the station, the fountain was running.
And so back home.