Uphilldowndale

Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England


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Family Roots

My blog lurches along, in fits and starts. Many things have been bubbling away, they seems to consume vast swaths of time, but if I were to list them all here, the majority would seem very mundane. But I’ll kick start a few posts by telling you about a special event.

We had a family gathering at Kew Gardens in London, to inter my father in laws ashes, long time readers might remember that he died in 2013, his wish was that his body be donated for medical science and we held a memorial service soon after his death.

  After a period of time (12 months in my father in laws case) the body  is returned to the family and they can make their own arrangements, if that is what the donor requested , or the anatomy  society arranges for a cremation and the scattering of the ashes at the crematorium. 

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Mr Uphilldowndale’s father visited Kew often, it was a favourite place. One of the reasons for his interest was that a family ancestor, was a keen amateur botanist and a number of plants were named after him by his friend botanist Joseph Hooker, who was a director of Royal Botanic Gardens, Kew. So you can see what a fitting place it seemed to be for the interment. The staff at Kew looked after us beautifully, and extended their hospitality by inviting us to stay on to enjoy the preview night of their Christmas lights, this seemed a perfect way to round off the day, it was quite magical.

 

So some photos of Kew by night

The palm house, the lights and flames all timed to music, pure theatre

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Meandering through the glass houses

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Surreal candelabra suspended from trees

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The cacti house seemed other worldly.

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The Palm House,

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ever changing.

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No Angels

They may have an angelic glow, but these sheep can be mean, moody and destructive.

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Whilst we’ve been at the seaside, these three and the rest of their flock have been munching their way through the lanes and gardens.

At home a team of builders have been toiling away in the summer sun, building an extension for us (carrying on where we left off a good while ago) The boss reports he had a standoff with the sheep over right of access to our garden.

When they returned  a few days latter, I tried to send them packing with my best ‘GERRROFFF’ cry and waving of arms, windmill fashion which had none of the usual effect of sending them back across the fields. Instead they (some twenty woolly souls) crashed through the building materials, charged across the flower beds, past the back door and off up the drive. Our display of Michaelmas daisies will be somewhat diminished this year.

 

Over the hills they’ve been having a bit of trouble with sheep rustling, with some 77 lambs being stolen in Edale, I defy anyone to try and steal this  feisty flock at the dead of night.

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