Tuesday, 28 February 2023
Signs and portents?
Monday, 27 February 2023
I set out for a short local stroll quite late one afternoon and noticed how the sun was catching the old stained glass panels in the corner shop/bar on Caroline Street. I don't think the panels are original Victorian, though I may be wrong. Many of the stained glass panels in doors and windows around the village were added in the 1930s when they were fashionable. My iPhone rendered the scene with a rather drunken perspective... anyone would think I'd imbibed a few bottles of the wine in the window!
Further down Victoria Road, the floristry display by Shipley College students in the Dining Hall window caught my eye. The round glass vase held a miniature reflection of Salts Mill, opposite, to echo the larger reflection in the window itself.
Down on Albert Terrace some of the arched windows catch a neat reflection of the church tower, visible through the bare branches of the winter trees when it is highlighted by the setting sun.
Sunday, 26 February 2023
Softly the evening came...
Saturday, 25 February 2023
The arrival of Spring
It's always a joy to see the crocuses flowering in Roberts Park, reminding us that Spring is just around the corner. We'll probably get another burst of winter before the better weather arrives, but the days are getting longer, the sun - when it shines - is warmer and that wonderful seasonal progression is underway.
Elsewhere there are a few dwarf daffodils in bloom, though the larger ones usually flower a bit later.
One of the trees in the park had this extraordinary froth of bright yellow: blossom and / or pollen, I'm not really sure. Either way, it looks like the tree pollen hay fever season will be off to a great start! Atishoo!
On the nature reserve there is, however, little sign yet of new leaves...
and along the park promenade, the bandstand is by far the brightest thing, apart from that blue, blue sky.
Friday, 24 February 2023
Thursday, 23 February 2023
A donkey track
Catrigg Force (see yesterday) sits in a little valley above the Ribblesdale village of Stainforth. To get there you follow a track that my grandmother would have termed 'a donkey track', twisted and tortuous, as though a donkey was let loose on its own! It forms part of the Pennine Bridleway, a National Trail of some 200 miles through the Pennines from Derbyshire to Cumbria. It is the equivalent, I suppose, of the better-known Pennine Way, except that the Bridleway is specifically designed for mountain bikers and horse riders as well as walkers. The scenery in this stretch is beautiful, even on a blustery day with rain threatening.
That's Stainforth, in the dip in the fields. It's an attractive little village, and boasts another waterfall on the River Ribble called Stainforth Force, which I've visited in the past (see HERE).
Wednesday, 22 February 2023
Above the village of Stainforth in Ribblesdale, the innocuous little stream called Stainforth Beck runs down from the fells. Suddenly, it disappears...
It's only the sound of rushing water that gives the game away... A track through a gate leads you down into a wooded ravine and the quite breathtaking sight of Catrigg Force. The stream falls over several big drops (there are more downstream, though you can't easily access those) and through a rather pretty plunge pool.
Tuesday, 21 February 2023
Monday, 20 February 2023
Enjoying the sunshine
Sunday, 19 February 2023
Walking back to Malham village down Gordale Lane, there was a really spectacular sky. The sun's rays were piercing through gaps in the cloud to illuminate the land and give that scattered, curtain effect. I've always thought these were 'crepuscular rays' and I think they are often loosely called that, though crepuscular properly relates only to sunrise and sunset when the sun is below the horizon.
The effect was very clear to see but proves to be harder to capture in a photo. I've tried to process these images to emphasise them.
Saturday, 18 February 2023
Subtle beauty - and silhouettes
Friday, 17 February 2023
Janet's Foss and Gordale Scar
Gordale Beck falls prettily over a band of tufa rock into a circular pool. It's really attractive, both the way the cascade tumbles down and the pool itself, which in good light is a clear, soft, aqua turquoise colour. There are small caves in the rock, said to be inhabited by 'Jennet, Queen of the Fairies' - not that I've ever seen her. For those with time to spare, there's an interesting article HERE by a blogger who at one time lived in Malham and has researched the legend.
Looking back the way I walked in, the rocky sides of the gorge rise above the stream as it trickles down.
The ravine was probably formed by water from melting glaciers at the end of the Ice Age, which carved out caverns and potholes that run through and under the limestone in this area. It's likely that a cavern collapsed here, to form the gorge. It is breathtaking scenery. People come from all over to see it and it has featured in poems, paintings and films.
Thursday, 16 February 2023
Malham - again
Wednesday, 15 February 2023
My roving eye
I love to wander the gardens at Harlow Carr and just see what catches my eye each time I visit. There's usually something I haven't noticed before or something that I suddenly see in a new way. It may be the colours that attract me or the way the light falls. I'm never sure that anyone else would either 'see' these things or even appreciate them, but it's something that gives me a great deal of pleasure.
I must have passed the big stone pot (above) many times, and the foliage around it looks quite dead right now (though no doubt it will burst into new growth sometime soon). Nevertheless, something about it struck me as rather beautiful... the way the light catches it, the contrast of smooth and rough, the harmony of neutral tones.
In contrast, the shrub below (whose name I'm not sure about.. possibly a mahonia japonica?) seemed like a bonfire or a firework, with its colourful leaves catching the sunlight.
I find the grasses in the 'teaching garden' endlessly fascinating:
Dogwood and willow stems mirror each other in shape whilst having very different colours: