Monday, 15 June 2020

Weekend Gleanings

When the restrictions on our travel began the footpaths around my village saw an increase in people out walking; what else was there to do? Some were new to the idea of putting one foot in front of the other and had to ask me where they were going. This weekend however there were far less folks on the hoof, despite the weather being unexpectedly glorious. Here are a few things I noticed over the last couple of days:


This is not a litter bin but a work of art to be found in a local nature reserve. It has a few words which read, depending on where you start:

…..softly blowing at the bridge I found a grey feather.....
          …..blowing at the bridge I found a grey feather softly.....
                        …..at the bridge I found a grey feather softly blowing.....
                                              …..I found a grey feather softly blowing at the bridge.....
                                                           …..a grey feather softly blowing at the bridge I found.....


 
It throws an interesting shadow too...


Now, what else? The barley in the fields is beginning to ripen nicely, with just a few poppies enlivening the scene....


If you want to see more poppies then there's a strip of fallow land nearby that boasts quite a show....


There'll undoubtedly be some more poppies in future posts. Then as I was walking through the village this little clump of Cranesbill (hardy Geraniums) caught my eye...


Then very early on Sunday morning the moon looked like this....


Occasionally people ask me how many pairs of boots I get through on my walks. Well, maybe one pair of cheap boots a year, but I do wear them to destruction and then I have one further use for them...



Take care.


Friday, 12 June 2020

Wayside Gifts

Sometimes
when I wander along the paths around home
I receive unexpected gifts

Sometimes
it's a Tortoiseshell butterfly


Sometimes 
a patch of Poppies
enlivens a dull day beside a drab field of wheat


Sometimes
a distant Hare keeps an eye on me as I pass by


Sometimes
I notice that the Elder is now in full flower


Sometimes
it's just a rotting log that attracts my attention


Sometimes
I'm stopped in my tracks
by House Martins collecting mud for their nests


Sometimes
I'll see some Broomrape,
a strange plant which lacks chlorophyll of its own
and taps into the roots of other plants to gain nutrients


Sometimes
I struggle to identify
just which Blue butterfly I've photographed


Sometimes
there's a Buff-Tailed Bumblebee
on the flowers of the Cow Parsnip


Sometimes
(but not very often)
I find a Pyramidal Orchid lurking beside a field gate

and
they are all very welcome.

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And sometimes
I find myself singing a song 
that was part of the soundtrack to my life
almost half a century ago



Take care


Wednesday, 10 June 2020

Exercise And Enjoyment

Yesterday my brother and I met up to go for a stroll in the countryside. The route had been thrown together in about two minutes of glancing at maps so we didn't have too much hope of it being anything other than a bit of much needed exercise for us both. It turned out to be rather better than expected and, as long as you keep the recommended two metres away from your computer screen, you're welcome to join us! 


We started at the church in Orwell and immediately had to ascend the dizzy heights of Toot Hill which is all of 100 feet (30m) above the level of the street! 


It does however give a surprisingly extensive view over the surrounding area. And that's what "toot" means: a lookout or vantage point. It was probably one of the reasons why there was a settlement here in the first place. The other was the well or spring which gives the village its name, as Orwell means "the well by the hill".


Near the top there is an old clunch pit. Clunch is any slightly harder outcrop of the predominant chalk rock which was exploited for building material. It's not a particularly hard-wearing building stone, though it does have the advantage of being very easily shaped into handy shapes for construction - you can't have it both ways!


Our route then took us downhill again and across the A603 road, which follows the line of an old Roman road, and into arable farming country. This land is farmed by the National Trust as part of their Wimpole Hall Estate so there are more trees, hedges and wildlife than on some arable farms. The path leads up again onto the chalk ridge.


Once on the ridge there's a wide path which was once a road known as the Mare Way. It's a very old route indeed, sometimes thought to be Roman, but probably much older than that. It runs for several miles across South Cambridgeshire; parts of it are now road, a few short sections have been ploughed up, but most of it forms an easy, pleasant walking route. The plant adding a little colour is Lucerne (known elsewhere as Alfalfa) which occurs wild in the UK and is also grown as a fodder crop.


We then turn off down the old Wimpole road towards Cobb's Wood farm. Cobb's Wood was named after Geoffrey Cobbe who was Lord of the Manor here around 650 years ago. In 1381 he joined the Peasant's Revolt. He was condemned as a traitor and only survived because of a pardon from the king.


This is the track Les and I often follow when we walk in the grounds of Wimpole Hall, but today we turn off by the Old Wood Yard.


The buildings of the former blacksmith's forge and the woodyard house are now beautifully restored, having at one time become rather dilapidated. Behind the house we found a very long-maned horse.....


The next field had a sign warning that a bull was in it, but it was thankfully deserted. The field after that also seemed empty, till we were half-way across when some cows suddenly galloped out from the barn. And they were accompanied by.....


…..a very muscular bull. Fortunately he was only interested his womenfolk and let us walk through unmolested. We didn't even need to go through this pasture as there was another track, just slightly longer, that we could have followed through woodland, though I wasn't sure whether it was open to walkers or not.


We eventually joined up with that wooded route anyway. There was once a village called Wratsworth around here which was mentioned in the Domesday Book but had declined to almost nothing by the 14th century. There's still an old moat marked on the map.


And our walk ended back at St Andrew's Church in Orwell.


Take care.


Saturday, 6 June 2020

Everybody Needs Good Neighbours

Concluding the photos from my leisurely ramble around the neighbouring village. I must admit that till I posted these photos I'd never fully appreciated the scenery just a couple of miles down the road.

The old watermill that was powered by the little River Shep





Docwra's Manor which has a fine old-fashioned garden


The Crossing House, which used to house the man 
who operated the gates where the railway crosses the road,
also has a garden which is usually opened to the public.





A view along High Street





Farm buildings on approach to Manor Farm


Manx Loaghtan sheep on the nature reserve








The old farmhouse in Angle Lane.

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Arriving home and turning on the radio to hear what's happening in the wider world it seems that we all need to learn how to get along with our neighbours and appreciate them more. Lets hear from Nina Simone...


Thank you, Dr Simone.


Take care.



Thursday, 4 June 2020

Neighbours

After the sunniest May on record the weather has turned more "English" this week with overcast skies and the threat of showers. It's a bit cooler too, just right for a walk in fact, so I wandered to the neighbouring village of Shepreth to take a few photos. Here are a selection of pictures from my walk:

The cottage on the corner of Angle Lane which everybody admires.





Thatched barn at Tyrell's Hall Farm





The "hidden" cottage


Roadside flowers


Houses in High Street


The River Shep


The Plough, the villagers kept the pub open when the brewery threatened to close it.
Closed only temporarily by Coronavirus.





Old railway buildings beside the station,
now used by small businesses.


In normal times I could hop aboard this train and be in my home village 
in three or four minutes. But, as we are advised to avoid using public transport unless absolutely necessary, I'll enjoy the walk back.

I'll show you some more photos of the village in the next post.


Take care.