Without copious quantities of rain the Lake District wouldn’t be the Lake District would it.
There wouldn’t be sumptuous moss
Although if the sun shone, the spiders would get out more.
My what a stormy weekend, high winds, lashing rain and hail.
Mr Uphilldowndale tells me the wind ‘had some north in it’; all I know is that a large flock of redwings and fieldfare have blown in.
I set off down the field late this afternoon to try and photograph them, but if I tell you that Spud the dog, Jammy and Dodger the kitten-cats insisted on coming too, you’ll perhaps understand I didn’t have much success.
The birds were soon spooked, and wheeled off into the evening sky
Not to worry, I rather like the silhouette look, granted it would be better if the birds were in focus…
And you’re going to have to squint very hard to find the bird in the next one, but I like the patterns made by the remaining stalks of the ash leaves.
One of the best views of redwings I’ve had was from the window at the dentists, but if its all the same to you, I’ll not go there again for a wee while.
Today, I could almost imagine what a Summers day might be like.
Whilst things are starting to ‘colour up’ around here, it is happening very slowly, everywhere is incredibly dry. We’ve not had any ‘April showers’ of note, as the farmer put it the other day, ‘Its not rained properly since it snowed, and all the snow ended up in the lanes not the fields.’ He chain harrowed the field the other day, it was biscuit dry and the tractor was trailed by clouds of dust.
I don’t think it would take much to start a moorland fire.
We’ve taken delivery of an SLR camera at work this week, a NikonD3100, I’ve brought it home for ‘field trials’ the photos here are taken with it.
I’m still here, I had a little bit of business to attend to down in Nottingham last week, then we had, wait for it, something that passed for a pleasant weather for being in the garden. I was so excited. There is much to be done, with everything that happened last autumn, the garden certainly didn’t get to put to bed for what turned out to be a long and harsh winter.
There are cheery little survivors though
I was more hindered than helped in my endeavours by Spud the dog and the kitten cats. Spud was impatient to play ball,
The kitten cats just wanted to be in on the action.
Trashing a neat pile of clippings for the bonfire and spreading them all over the lawn
Spud took the line,
if you can’t beat them join them.
A selvedge of snow still remains, banked up against the drystone walls, it lies in dips and gullies (or ‘gips’ as I used to call them as a child, no point wasting words when you can blend).
There are lanes that are still full to the brim, some with cars still entombed! Our lane was cleared of snow this afternoon, by man in a JCB digger.
Tom has returned home from a geography study trip to Iceland*, it has been warmer there all the time he’s been away than it has here. How silly is that. On his return he said how ‘green’ everything looks at home, but this is only in comparison to Iceland, not ‘as it should be’, at this time of year, in this part of of the world. It is dire for livestock.
Here are Joe and Spud on our walk on Sunday
Mr Uphilldowndale wanted to show me some mine workings that have ‘opened up’ recently: as a child I used to play no more than a stones throw from here.
My Mum has said for over fifty years that she is convinced the loud crash she and a friend heard one summers evening could only have been to do with the old mine workings, of which there are many around and about, both coal and lead. It’s not really what you want at the bottom of the garden.
Making them safe is the remit of The Coal Authority.
* I’ve been envious of Tom, I went to Iceland in the early 1980’s with my friend Bob’s-mum; it seemed a bit off beat for a holiday destination back then. I loved it, however unlike Tom, I didn’t get to swim in The Blue Lagoon, or see the Aurora Borealis… sigh.
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The more it snows, tiddely-pom, the more I know tiddely-pom, the tyres maketh the vehicle, tiddely-pom.
With thanks to Winnie the Pooh, winter tyres and Landrover.
The deep freeze continues. But there are buds of hope. Jammy the kitten-cat would like to show you, look he’s pointing.
Tiny blossoms are lying in wait.
Here is the same tree on the 28th March 2011 it looks a little different, frosted granted, but not marooned in snow and ice. I think it’s wild plum, look I’ve even found a recipe for a recipe for wild plum blossom ice cream, written by Blanche Vaughn (I really couldn’t line up any more snowy, white icy themes if I tried).
The snow isn’t going anywhere fast, here is the lane to our house.
Here is Jammy tip-toeing through the snow.
Well you can guess who has enjoyed this weather, Spud the warrior dog with his icy breast plate.
The rest of us may be finding it all rather difficult, not Spud the adventure dog
I know that in many parts of the world, this amount of snow is not a big deal. But it is here, and so late in the year, I’ve not seen this much snow in the lanes since my childhood
(which wasn’t 1947 since you ask). It is the winds that have caused the drama, Tom and Mr Uphilldowndale spent hours digging out the lane yesterday, it was all back again in a few hours. As Tom wryly noted, it won’t stop filling in until every field east of here is empty of snow or the wind drops.
We went to visit Mrs Bee and her boys, they are not very happy. Mrs Bees road is worse than our lane, it is not going to plough out, it will be a snow blower, digger or a long wait for it to thaw.
We took emergency supplies of cheese and wine (essential do you not think?) and Tom helped carry a bail of hay for the farmer whose sheep are in the next field. Brownie points all round.
The space between these two drystone walls is the road, the walls are about five-six foot high at this point, full to the brim.
Spud the dog, braves the blizzard.
There is no getting out of the lane this morning.
Spare a thought for those battling the elements