Thought I’d post these three days now ’cause I went on a “walk” to Lindrick Dale yesterday (Thursday).
First to get Tuesday & Wednesday out of the way:
Tuesday the twenty-second of October 2013
Only pond & canal to town and back.
Web across my back door.
Colour turned up a notch
Parent and two kids almost silhouetted.
Hoverfly not hoverin’ on a bramble leaf
Coper chopper flew over and didn’t circle Worksop
and in front of clouds
Fairly close up picture of a juvenile grebe
Another of juvenile
Parent and child.
Striated (is that the word?)
mushroom in the grass
Birch tree slowly turning
from green to gold
Godfrey’s pond looking
down from “peg 1”
Hawthorn leaves crowding up
against Morse lock
Heron doin’ the buggerin’ off
Sun through trees across the canal
I didn't set out with a longish walk in mind, there must have been about six points on the outward journey that included: "Shall I go left, right or straight on?" or: "Should I turn back now?" In every case the longer choice was taken, so I did about ten miles in the four hours or so that it took me
Grebe on Godfrey’s pond
Deep lock ladder
reflected in the still water.
Wasp on ivy flower
Sunlight and shadows on Doefield dun lock
Rabbits near Shireoaks locks
Angler’s catch just east of Boundary lock
Enormous wingspan of plane circling to land at Netherthorpe
Grey wagtail on cinderhill lock
West along the canal to Duke’s bridge and Cinderhill lock.
Anecdote: German for “rabbit” is “Kaninchen”. At my “O” level German exam I didn’t know this, so when I translated a passage where people were hunting “Kaninchen”, I used what little knowledge I had to deduce that Kaninchen were dogs (canine → Kanin) and small ones of that ilk (‘chen is a diminutive). This resulted in a couple of pages about folk hunting little dogs. What sense it made I cannot imagine.
I passed the exam.
At Duke’s bridge there’s a footpath sign that takes you off to the right down to a muddy ploughed field. The footpath actually crosses the field to the left where it used to go over a stile and across the horses’ field to go up and over the rail track. Now it ‘hangs a right’ and, after more mud, passes under the line to the nice new surfaced path all around the field to Brancliffe Grange farm.
In spring and summer this field is a favourite with lapwings, I’ve seen at least a dozen at one time.
The acorns have been either blown to the ground or gobbled by squirrels or birds.
There’s a sparse row of trees on the skyline – looking rather tropical to my eye.
I think this is what we called a ‘woolly bear’ caterpillar when I were a lad – not sure what it’s gonna be if & when it metamorphoses.
Over a barn at the farm there’s a weathercock in the shape of a pheasant. I suppose it’s a cock pheasant.
Not a lot of bees around now – and not many flowers for them to feed on. This one’s found a white dead nettle.
I’d got this down as ‘forget-me-not’ but am told through twitter that it’s speedwell.
I’m rotten on identifying birds – apart from saying it’s a raptor – is it a kestrel?
“Moses’ Seat is a symbolic physical seat within ancient Synagogues where the Chief or Elder Priest would sit.” (found on t’ web)
So why this wood is called “Moses’ Seat” heaven only knows.
The pathway from the farm through the wood seems to be fairly old as it is carved deep into the hillside descending to Monk Bridge across the Ryton. The leaf litter in the wood is ideal for fungi – the feather was a soft and fluffy contrast to the hard angular stuff.
The bridge is almost invisible under earth and vegetation. This, twitter tells me, is herb robert.
The path crosses the foot of Lindrick golf club and into a very small copse before dropping down to the Ryton again, this time at the bottom of Lindrick dale.
The road goes under the railway after passing a pair of lakes formed where Pudding Dike meets Anston Brook to form the Ryton.
Yup! another white horse.
From pudding dike the road rises quite sharply, past a couple of rather nice houses, to the bridge over an old spur of the railway. The bridge has various tiny ferns growing in the mortar.
On to the canal and downhill back home.
When you see fungi at every turn you know that Autumn’s well under way.
If it weren’t for dog walkers there wouldn’t be half as many folk about. Is this good or bad? (hint: I like dogs)
The Turnerwood swans were on the main pound and, not being broody, quite friendly. You have to watch out for the male when the pen is nesting – he can be bloody vicious.
ladybirds are invasive foreigners that are displacing our native species this is a Harlequin axydris conspicua
Crow, rook, raven or whatever – you be the judge.
“Just then flew down a monstrous crow,
As black as a tar-barrel;”
Just above Morse lock there’s a little patch of shaggy ink cap (Coprinus comatus)
mushrooms. They reappear in the same place every year.
Back on the pond, the heron was on the ducks’ basking point.
Th… th… th… that’s all folks.