Saturday 5th March – walked to Pudding Dyke on the summit pound of the Chesterfield canal.
Here’slink the annotated ‘Google Maps’ of the walk.
Don’t forget to click the pics to see ’em bigger.
Pictures on Flickrlink.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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: