Early Spring at East Riddlesden

Early spring at our local National Trust property, East Riddlesden Hall...  The daffodils were amazing. 

The gardens are very well cared for. Whether by volunteers or employed gardeners or a mixture of the two, I don't know, but the flowerbeds were weeded and the shrubs and trees pruned neatly.  Spring flowers were starting to bloom. There were some huge snowdrops, lots of hellebores, the pretty blue scilla and, of course, more daffodils and narcissi. 

The ruined Starkie wing was built as an extension to the hall in 1692 but became neglected and unsafe and so it was demolished in 1905. An adventurous mallard was exploring around the other side of the wall from the lake... 'and he went with a quack and a waddle and a quack'. 

Sunshine and celandines

This last week it has really felt like spring, with warm sunshine and a fresh feeling in the air. I spent the morning of 17 March at the 'Listening for Life' centre at the hospital, having intensive hearing tests and discussing cochlear implants (no decision made yet!) so a de-stressing walk in the afternoon made perfect sense. The TV weatherman said it was the 'Spring equilux' in the UK, when day and night are both 12 hours (not to be confused with the Vernal equinox, which was on 20 March). I have to confess I'd never heard the term equilux before; I learn something every day. 

In the woods, the celandines have suddenly burst into flower, a cheerful yellow carpet of stars, here and there brightened by milky white wood anemones. 

Blue and yellow are very much the colours of spring and the Aire Rowing Club on the far side of the river is decked out accordingly. 

The absence of foliage means you can see things that are hidden in summer. This bridge (below) is the aqueduct that carries the Leeds-Liverpool Canal over the River Aire, and a trick of the light meant it was much more obvious than usual. It actually has seven arches but the river now only flows through two or three of them and the others are silted up. 

My favourite trees were surrounded by dairy cows - and soaring overhead there were two red kites (birds), though you can barely see them in the photo. At one time red kites were nearing extinction in the UK but a protection and reintroduction programme has been very successful, numbers increasing by 2,464% between 1995 and 2023. They're now a common sight around here but nonetheless thrilling to see, soaring on the warm thermal currents. 

In Roberts Park, the young cherry trees are flowering, a pretty addition to the bottom meadow, planted only in the last two or three years. 

Magnolias have suddenly burst into blossom, so I hope we don't get any frosts. Those on the park promenade (below) are not fully out yet, as they don't get so much sun.

I'm not sure what the white blossom is... some kind of cherry I suppose. 

I enjoyed my walk and certainly felt more relaxed and peaceful as a result. 

The little details

It's interesting to notice what catches my eye when I'm out walking. Things 'call' to me. It can be a trick of the light or a slight movement, or an artful natural arrangement, like the bleached autumn leaf nestling among the ivy leaves, above. 

Fungi and moss abound in the healthy air in the Dales, far enough away from major towns and cities to be relatively free of air pollution. 

Spring being 'in the air', the birds seem to be pairing off. Mr and Mrs Mallard were hunkered down among the wood anemones. 

The black-headed gulls seemed to like their individual fence-post perches. They are moving into their summer plumage, though the one in the middle looked to be lagging behind, still sporting his white winter cap. 

Oystercatchers usually overwinter at the coast and some move inland to breed. They are distinctive, with their orange-red bills and legs and stark black and white plumage. (Though it took me a good half-hour to remember what they're called. My aging brain!) I gather that curlews are returning to breed too, though I didn't see any. They tend to prefer the higher moorland, away from the river. 

A flash of white and a bobbing movement on the rocks in the river alerted me to this dipper. S/he was almost too far away to get a good shot through my camera lens.  

Then I started to enjoy the water itself: the swirling currents, the bright leaves caught on the rocks, the dreamlike reflections...

 

Barden Tower

At Barden Bridge I took a slight detour up the hill to revisit Barden Tower. It has quite a history. It was once a medieval hunting lodge, rebuilt in the late 15th century by Henry Clifford, 'the Shepherd Lord', who preferred to live here rather than in Skipton Castle. He also built the neighbouring chapel and Priests House (see my 4th photo). 

After his death in 1523, it was neglected and rarely used. In the mid 1600s the buildings were restored by Lady Anne Clifford, then once again became derelict, stripped of its lead and roof timbers by the 1800s. The tower itself is now a ruin, simply maintained for safety reasons. You can't go inside it, though you can see into the interior, where fireplaces hang halfway up the walls, the floors having fallen away. 

The Priests House and chapel are kept in better repair, now used for weddings and functions. (See HERE) 

On the tower, above the main door, is a plaque commemorating its restoration by Lady Anne Clifford, helpfully translated, though not entirely accurately, on another adjacent sign. She appears to have been fond of the place, perhaps because it gave shelter to her mother when she was pregnant with Lady Anne, who was eventually born in Skipton Castle in 1589.

Isaiah 58:12 says: 

'Your people will rebuild the ancient ruins
and will raise up the age-old foundations;
you will be called Repairer of Broken Walls,
Restorer of Streets with Dwellings.'

Bolton Abbey estate walk

Another trip to Bolton Abbey for a walk... This was on the 10th March... we're at that time of year when the lag time between me taking photos and posting them here makes a difference. Spring is springing, but in early March there were only subtle signs. Things seem to be moving slowly this year. The day had promised to be bright and sunny. It was dry but there wasn't much sunshine, disappointingly. 

I parked in the Strid car park for a change, walked down through the woods to the river, upriver from the aqueduct (above) to Barden Bridge (below) and then back along the opposite riverbank. It's a very pleasant walk with more open views than you get further downstream. There were plenty of people about, mostly with dogs, but it rarely feels crowded there.

Everything seemed somehow to be poised, waiting, caught in that liminal space between seasons...

Coppice Pond

The largest area of water on the Bingley St Ives estate is the Coppice Pond, more of a lake than a pond in size. I think it was originally linked to a fulling mill - hence 'mill pond', I suppose. (Fulling is a process in woollen cloth making.) The Pond often has a sizeable population of waterbirds, though there didn't seem to be that many there that day. The lumpy thing on the left of the photo above is a wooden fish, leaping from the water. It's been there for many years and is now beginning to rot away. 

You can walk right round the perimeter of the lake, though there are only a few places where you can really get a good view of the water. There are fences around it and lots of shrubbery, so I never feel it lives up to its potential photographically. 

Baxters Pond

Hidden in the woodland at Bingley St Ives is a small pond known as Baxters Pond, named after the man who restored it - John Baxter - in 2004, in the 40th year of his employment on the estate. 

It's a sweet little spot. I imagine in summer, when there'll be more colour and plant growth, it'll be even more magical. I'll have to go back and see.  

It's not especially deep but the water was crystal clear and I spent some time enjoying the reflections and patterns captured within it. The more I looked the more I could see animal heads too, in the shapes of the rocks round and about.  A ram? ☝ A lamb? 👇

Bingley St Ives

As we edge closer to spring, I'm enjoying the brief sunny interludes between the frequent showers. One day I drove up to the country park at Bingley St Ives and had a walk through the lower woodland. From the entrance drive, there are far reaching views up the valley to Harden and beyond. 

The estate is pleasant, though not my favourite woodland to explore. It's all rather messy, somehow, and a lot of trees have been felled because of disease, so there are areas where it's quite sparse. At this time of year it's muddy too. There are numerous little streams running down the hillside, and a few ponds where the water collects. Some of the original estate cottages survive and are still used. Those in my photo above are, I believe, Cuckoo's Nest Cottages. 

I was surprised to spot a wooden monk lurking in the undergrowth! It seemed rather eerie. Apparently in the Middle Ages the land was owned and farmed by monks from Rievaulx Abbey. Over the years all sorts of ghostly encounters have been reported (see HERE) so that I wouldn't be keen to be up there on my own at dusk. 

St Ives Mansion was originally built in 1616, and became the home of the Ferrand family, whose descendants lived there until 1929, when the estate was sold to Bingley Urban District Council. I think the present building mostly dates to the 19th century. It became a residential care home for young people with disabilities, and was then reputedly sold to become apartments, which seems never to have happened. It's a listed building but sadly in great need of repair, having been subject to vandalism and arson attacks. I just read in the local press that the owners are now intending to convert it back into a care home. They need to get on with it! 

I'm told it still has some Jacobean style features inside. On the outside wall there's a plaque, presumably a coat of arms - perhaps for the Ferrand family. Although the writing seems to be in English not Latin, I can't make out what it says at all.