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

Bottle Neck


I went down the magical lane today, to take a look at the  hazel catkins.

Hazel 3-1

Look what I found hanging in a hawthorn tree

Bottle neck-1

Strange but true. You’d need to scramble across a ditch and through a stream to get to the tree.  Who what why and when? I dunna know. We’ve had problems with ‘empties’ in the lane before, but it was a while ago.

Here are more catkins, sulphurous yellow glowing in the green shadows of the lane. Got to love ‘em.

Hazel 2-1

It is the male flower that hangs around, flashing it’s pollen, look closely in the next shot, the little ruby red blobs are the female flowers



Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

12 thoughts on “Bottle Neck

  1. Wierd. The hazel catkins are pretty. It’s about “oatmeal” time — the elm tree next door has seeds that look like little flakes of oatmeal. I’m planning to get out in my yard tomorrow — very much looking forward to it. I’m so ready for it to be spring already. I have a litter problem too. Something about the way my house is constructed creates a vortex that picks up litter and swirls it into my front yard. I’ve always got trash blowing in! very aggravating.

  2. Lovely to see signs of spring at last. The crocuses and snow drops are well and truly out and the daffodils are well on their way.

    I enjoyed reading the poo-bin post again. That is to say, nice to wander down your beautiful lane with you, watching the bats and the sparrow hawk. I’ve picked a fair bit of litter in my time, but had to leave the bed and the car for the council to deal with!

  3. The ingenuity of the litter lout knows no bounds. We once saw a three piece suite dumped in a wood twenty miles from the nearest town and 1000ft above sea level. There must have been a council dump closer.

    We await the arrival of catkins up here.

  4. Looks like someone’s rendition of “Ten Green Bottles” got off to a sticky start…

  5. I’m very impressed with the catkins. Envious, too. In spite of a little puff of warmth, we are still deep in winter and will be for awhile yet. I’ll just pull up a chair and admire your lane, shall I? And deal sharply with any litterbugs who happen by. Imagine their astonishment at being scolded by a virtual old bat from Michigan brandishing a spaniel and a terrier.

  6. Tigger and I were discussing catkins the other day and trying to remember whether they were male. I was going to look it up but, of course, I forgot. So thanks for serendipitously answering the question!

  7. Terrific catkin photos! The other one is rather bizarre! xx

  8. I may have to borrow some catkins for Harzel…he could do with them as he has no dingle dangles at all. Perfect title for your post…you do them well 🙂 How that dangerous looking bottle neck got there is a mystery. I suppose it could be the remnants of a magical bottle that fell on hard times.

  9. Thank you for the information on the gender of Hazel. I’ll have to look for the females this spring.

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