Winterfylleð* was the Old English name for the month which became October. It apparently means winter filling or possibly winter full moon. It was nicked by J.R.R. Tolkien† for use in Lord of the Rings.
*ð was pronounced very like ‘th’ so it was winterfilth
†Tolkien‘s biography, for the interested.
I read a lot of books, not so many now – t’internet takes up an awful lot of my attention. I recall waaaaay back in Sheffield Central Library picking a book and being scorned by my father: “What do you want that for? Elves and dwarves‡ are kids stuff.” It was, of course, The Hobbit, or There and Back Again. That probably marks the beginning of my lifelong fascination with science fiction and especially with fantasy.
‡or is it dwarfs?
More on my reading matter later.
Meanwhile to carry on in October in this two thousand and sixteenth year of the Common Era:
Sunday 9th October 2016
Did I mention the alder beetle? Once thought to be extinct in UK, plentiful round here.
Trees on Shireoaks Woodlands are really turning on the autumn colour.
Given the hour and clear sky I always try to get a shot of the moon.
The field beyond the A57 Ryton bridge has thorn hedges around it. There’s lichen in them that’s becoming more apparent as the leaves fall.
Molly dashes up and all around the footpath through the copse on the eastern edge of the field. She’s either looking back impatiently, snuffling in the undergrowth behind or eagerly pursuing phantom rabbits off to the side.
One of the many helicopters that pass over daily, this is a small one. Notice the distant jet visible just below it; I didn’t see it until I looked at the picture.
Worksop Manor Lodge is visible through the trees. I’m told that this was a hunting lodge and was where Mary Queen of Scots was prisoner occasionally as respite from Sheffield Castle.
The Robin Hood Rail Line runs from Mansfield north to Worksop. There’s more than one of these beautiful arched passages along the line.
Back home the sparrows are scurrying about in the ivy.
Overhead a Thomson Holidays plane was flying to Doncaster.
Still one or two speckled woods about.
The goldfinch pic was one of my most liked on twitter.
Antonovs are some of the biggest freight planes about. This one was flying from Toulouse to Doncaster.
Just to show what a misty day(Season of mists and …) it was there’s St Anne’s church across the fields.A grey wagtail hunting insects on reeds above Deep Lock.
Evening primrose is quite a large, unprimroselike, flower; there’s quite a few on the area next to the marina.
Walking up to Cinderhill from Shireoaks, there’s Boundary Lock, closely followed by the aqueduct carrying the canal over the River Ryton and, not by chance, the Notts/Yorks boundary.
From Duke’s Bridge there’s an excellent view up the Turnerwood flight of locks. Narrowboat Amazing Grace was moored.
The Hall and its outbuildings are in a sad state of disrepair.
One of the feral cats at the bowling club rather unusually hung around long enough for a photograph. Didn’t seem to be very friendly though.
You’ve prolly suffered enough so I’ll finish this page here.