Uphilldowndale

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


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Spud on Sunday Part LXXVIII

Spud is pretty laidback  about the Queens Diamond Jubilee

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Actually, this has been the only way we could get him to pose for this Diamond Jubilee post; the silk handkerchief  is rather special and dates back to the coronation if not earlier. I’d had in mind a shot of Spud sat on the sofa, watching the splendid (but wet) Royal Pageant on the Thames. It was not to be, he got far too giddy and emotional*… as did others.

(It was the  sight of  the ‘War Horse Puppet’ on top of the National Theatre that did it, what is it about War Horse that gets me sooooo emotional,  I refused to go and see it at the cinema as just the synopsis made me weep,  so Mr Uphilldowndale ordered the video to watch in the privacy of home, and the sight of the video case chokes me up! Pass the tissues… viewing is scheduled for tomorrow evening.


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The Reluctant Sailor

Spud the dog is liberated from the kennels, I’m back at work and should be back at my studies, but I’m easily distracted. I suppose eventually this blog will return to its Derbyshire roots, but in the mean time I’ve a camera load of photos of Suffolk to serve up,  sort of a second helping of summer.

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It’s been mentioned here before,  that I’m a land lubber at heart, so my men folk left me ashore whilst they went to play on a friends boat, sailing down the river Deben, around Felixstowe before mooring up in the marina in the centre of Ipswich; where I joined them for the night.  I’d never visited the area before, but we’d called on Mrs Ogg and the Oglets on the way, for a yummy lunch and she’d tipped me off where to go a take a look.

The lobster above I found in Aldeburgh along with some handsome hungry  gulls

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Smooth Sailing

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Just out of interest, how deep is the canal?

Asked Fee in the previous post: not very, is the answer, when Joe took his dip he could touch the bottom, but said (having lost his Crocs) ‘It was gross, mud, hundreds of years old mud, I wasn’t putting my feet in that!’

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We weren’t overly concerned about the boys (or Spud) falling in (I’m the least competent swimmer in the family) except for the risk of them getting crushed between boat and bank and the inherent danger around the locks, with lock gates, paddles and strong currents to worry about, along with being aware of the small, but very real risk of Weil’s disease the quote below is from last weeks press.

Weil’s disease, believed to have caused the death this week of Olympic gold medal-winning rower Andy Holmes, is the acute human form of a bacterial infection with a raft of different names: mud fever, swamp fever, haemorrhagic jaundice, swineherd’s disease, sewerman’s flu. All are known as Leptospirosis, mild cases of which affect millions of people every year worldwide.

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There are some beautiful bridges on the Leeds-Liverpool canal, the white bar on the painted arch is where you should aim your boat, it indicates the deepest point of the canal, not necessarily the centre; many of the bridges are on bends in the canal, it’s important to get the line of approach right.

Bridge 161 the double arch bridge at East Marton is  an especially elegant solution to an engineering problem.

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It looks like the original bridge wasn’t high enough, when the road was improved, so they built another arch on top and more recently it has been widened further.

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Are the Fish Fresh?

They won’t be, unless I get on and post about them, as  promised.

So back to Bakewell (and I have been, this very day,  back to a rendezvous in a car park, to hand back all the goodies I borrowed.)

For fine fish you need a splash or two of water, quality water.

The river Wye

The River Wye rises on Axe Edge above Buxton and flows in a south easterly direction through Buxton and Bakewell to join the Derwent at Rowsley, 15 miles later.

Perhaps one of Derbyshire’s prettiest and better known rivers because of it’s limestone uplands and superb dales and on account of Buxton, Bakewell and Haddon Hall, all popular with visitors.

The river disappears underground soon after its source and re-emerges in Poole’s Cavern to flow down into the town centre of Buxton via Pavilion Gardens, though their is little to see of the river, still only a stream in Buxton, as when the 5th Duke of Devonshire built The Crescent between 1780 and 1784 he culverted the river to pass beneath the building, and more recently it has been culverted again to pass beneath the Spring Gardens shopping centre. Below Buxton it starts to grow into a sizeable river running through a series of gorges, often deep and narrow, tree lined in places as in Ashwood Dale, with steep cliffs raring up from the sides of the valley as in Cheedale.

The fish, are they trout?

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Hang around under the bridge in the centre of Bakewell 

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As it offers rich pickings from the visitors and locals who feed them,

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It’s a bit of a free for all when food is in the offing though,

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I can report, the fish were faster than the birds

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Meet You Half Way

Said the man, which theoretically would have been in Matlock. But he drives faster than I, so we met in the Derbyshire market town of Bakewell instead.

Business attended to (I must stop meeting men in car parks and exchanging packages, it does nothing for a girls reputation.) I took the opportunity to find a little blog fodder, with a stroll down by the river Wye.

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The birds were obliging of observers, a goose gandered

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A stoical coot sat on its nest mid stream.

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A duck preened

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And the swan maintained its air of superiority.

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The birds in Bakewell are canny, and know how to work a crowd of tourists, tomorrow we’ll have a look at feeding time.


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Lathkill Dale and Mandale Mine Pump House

It has been a beautiful sunny day, Tom has been away with School on a dry run for his Bronze Duke of Edinburgh Award, his party didn’t get lost but Tom lost his voice. (I’m sure they were impeccably behaved, but I’m not sure I would have wanted to share a camp site last night with 90 teenagers.)

Mr Uhdd has been to Wales, to run up and down Snowdon. Now all are safely home again.

Here is a little more from our amble in Lathkill Dale, a pleasing platter of buildings

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A cascade of old fish ponds

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The  remains of the engine house to the Mandale Lead mine

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As it once was,

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Just off of the main permissive footpath through Lathkill Dale are the impressive remains of the Mandale Mine pump house – once powered by one of the largest waterwheels known to have been used in mining history.

Mandale Mine is one of the oldest Lead Mines in Derbyshire.

Ha ha, ‘permissive footpath’ our theory in the previous post is now confirmed!

Mr Uhdd downloaded some bird song to his mobile, my phone is far to dated to cope with such wonders. What  I wonder would the  lead miners from the 13thC make of such a thing?

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and some more, luscious, spring greens.

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Lathkill Dale

We left the hills and went down the dales today, we went to look at a  roof, I’ll explain later; but whilst we were out and about we had a look at Lathkill Dale.

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It looked mighty fine in its new seasons attire.

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The sun on the water, all that sort of stuff.

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However we’d rather screwed up on how much time we had available, so we decided we’d go back another day to explore further. But not Maundy Thursday, do you think we are made of money?

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