Friday, May 26, 2017

Denaby Ings Nature Reserve

It's been a lovely hot sunny day and I didn't want to miss the opportunity to get out for a couple of hours with my support worker before calling at the supermarket to do my weekly shop.

Denaby Ings is about five miles to the west of Doncaster; it's usually a good place to see plenty of wildflowers but unfortunately the meadows had just been mowed. Never mind though, there were still a few new varieties for me to photograph...and the blossom of a couple of trees which I need help in identifying.




Moonpennies; also known as ox-eye daisy

Dog Rose

And finally, these are the photographs of the two trees in blossom that I can't identify.

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Bamford, Thornhill, Aston, and Hope

I got off the bus at Bamford Railway Station and walked down the road for a few minutes until I reached a footpath just beyond Hope Valley Garden Centre which took me under the railway bridge and on towards Thornhill.

The bus to Bamford kept good time despite what seemed to be an entire junior school, both the pupils and their teachers, boarding on Ecclesall Road and getting off at Hathersage...they also got on the same bus as I was travelling on, on the return journey.

I left Thornhill by the Aston road, but after not very far there was a footpath in the fields either side of the lane, running parallel to the road. I took the one to the left hoping for better views; none of my photographs was any good though. It's good that these footpaths are here because in sections the road is a dangerous 'sunken lane' or 'hollow-way or holloway' - there's nowhere to get out of the way of passing traffic. I needed to walk along this short stretch...fortunately the road isn't very busy.

The footpath leading up towards Win Hill began right next to the garden of first house I approached in Aston. This was one of the few paths in the Hope Valley that I haven't previously walked along. 

I didn't quite climb all the way to the summit of Win Hill; I skirted the eastern and northern flanks, but the summit was always clearly in sight.

I descended to Hope taking  the steep grassy slope down to Twitchill Farm.

I didn't visit the tea rooms, although if I'd known the bus would be twenty minutes late there would have been enough time for a pot of tea and some cake.

Finally, more photographs of wildflowers and tree blossom that I took on the walk; I'm hoping I haven't misidentified anything.

Red Campion

Cow Parsley

Hawthorn Blossom


Bluebell - it's getting towards the end of the bluebell flowering season now

Gorse - there's an old English country saying that states that 'the only time that gorse doesn't flower is when kissing goes out of fashion'...gorse flowers during every month of the year in England.

Sunday, May 21, 2017

Tideswell Lane End, Litton, New Houses, Littonslack, Taddington, Sheldon, and Ashford-in-the-Water

I had to jog most of the way to the railway station this morning because I stayed up late last night chatting on Skype, so I was in a rush. As it turned out I could have easily eased my pace because I had a few minutes to spare - I continued jogging though because it felt good; I'm really enjoying my much improved health and fitness.

I got off the bus at Tideswell Lane End and walked down the road and then along the footpath across the fields to Litton.

I stopped and ate my sandwiches, sitting on one of the benches on the village green before setting off and continuing on down the country lane to Litton Mill, passing Litton Cemetery, New Houses and Littonslack. There is nothing much to see at either New Houses or Littonslack; the former is merely a terrace of four out-of-place three storey town houses in the middle of nowhere and the latter is likewise a group of terraced houses, plus a couple of farms. By the way this road is a dead end, there is no direct vehicular access from Litton to Litton Mill.

Most of the mill has been converted into holiday apartments; I think some permanent residents live in the old workers' cottages though.

It's a steep climb up to Bulltor Lane and then I had to navigate my way along a network of bridleways to reach Taddington, first crossing over one of only a few short sections of dual carriageway road in the Peak District.

I entered Taddington near the Queen's Arms pub and walked along the main road and then along the road to Wheal Lane, a farm track, and then took  the footpath which leads down into Deep Dale and then back up the other side.

It was an easy approach to Sheldon, crossing grassland pasture and then pretty much the same for most of the way to Ashford-in-the-Water; the descent being quite steep in places though.

Literally, just as I was walking by the bus stop in the village the Bakewell bus I got on.

I've used today to do a bit of wildflower spotting; these are what I spotted.

Dandelions; very numerous in the White Peak area, growing on pastureland and at the side of bridleways.

Buttercups; not as numerous as dandelions I should think - but I've still seen entire fields of them.

Daisies; very numerous as well, on pastureland and elsewhere.

Cowslips; growing individually or en masse on pastureland or hillsides.

Speedwell: seems to grow in a variety of locations.

Welsh poppy: these have colonised my garden - I encourage them though because I think they're pretty.

Wild pansy: I'm not sure where I photographed this.

And finally a flower I can't's very common though.

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Walking In Chatsworth Park With My Sister From Australia

My sister Della from Brisbane is on holiday for two weeks visiting family members and so it was nice to spend a few hours with her walking in the Peak District. Like myself she is a keen hiker back home in Australia but we had to keep it easy going underfoot today because she was only wearing trainers.

She picked me up just after eight o'clock this morning and we drove to the car park at Calton Lees, near to Chatsworth House. One of my favourite cottages to photograph is here.

We looped round to Edensor, going via Calton Houses.

The approach towards Edensor is lovely and there are plenty of pretty cottages for me to photograph in the village, each one unique; there's even a tea cottage.

We moved on to Chatsworth House itself, unfortunately covered with scaffolding; Della was impressed with the ladies' toilets though. She assured me he footwear was okay for the climb up to the Hunting Tower, where we sat and ate our sandwiches before returning to the car for a one o'clock departure - she needed to visit our parents again briefly and then get ready for a dinner date with an old friend at a country pub near to Wakefield.

She dropped me off in Sheffield city centre and I made my way on foot to the railway station. At Doncaster Railway Station I noticed a busty young woman stripped down to only a skimpy lacy bra and a tight pair of shorts; she was very easy to notice. Oh how I love the summer!