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Autumn palette

Monday, October 08, 2012

Over the last week or so our vistas have begun to change.

Mother Nature has begun to paint from her Autumn colour palette.

Gone are the lush greens and cerulean blues which encompass summer.
Coming in are the beautiful rich reds, golden yellows and deep, deep purples of the new season.

She has a myriad of colours along the theme, all there for our delectation.
Ruby reds, garnets, scarlets, maroons.
Golden yellows, citrus hues.
Deep, deep purples, heliotropes, mauves.
Interpretations on a colour too numerous to mention, set to please our eye.


Here's a little ditty by me...lol...

Splendour.

Autumn's coming she's on her way
Changing colours every day.
The myriad greens are now replaced
In reds and golds with yellow laced.
She steals fleet winged across the land
Exploding colour, as she planned
To change the world to Autumn's sheen
A wondrous sight for us to glean.
To garner in for dark still days
To fill our minds with Nature's ways
When lying in contemplative thrall
In a blink of an eye we can recall
And bring the Autumn colours to mind
To delight upon the inward eye.



And a few pictures of the start of the Autumn palette:




Elder




Beech




Greater Bindweed




Rowan




Woolley Thistle




Milk Thistle & Maritime Sunburst Lichen




Bramble & Fox Moth caterpillar




Fuschia




Bramble




Stinging nettle



  
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XME501 10/8/2012 11:08AM

    Love you little ditty - and beautiful pictures!!
Think I will get out and take a few - this morning (it is now just past 8 a.m.) and just above freezing - We are supposed to warm up so should be a good day for a walk and picture-taking.
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KAREN91 10/8/2012 8:08AM

    Great way to look at the change of seasons! emoticon

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ECONLADY 10/8/2012 7:49AM

    Love the pics and the poem. It was very calming. Thanks for sharing!

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MIZINA730 10/8/2012 6:58AM

    I never thought about England having a change of seasons. Seems like every time I look at views of the country, it's green, and thought the ocean currents keep it too moderate for color change. Now I know better!

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LADYRH 10/8/2012 5:44AM

    I love the fall colors but not what follows the deason.

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NCSUE0514 10/8/2012 5:28AM

    Beautiful, isn't it?

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GHOSTFLAMES 10/8/2012 4:44AM

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ditto last week...but without the rain!

Wednesday, October 03, 2012

Another bracing walk this week-end, DH seems to be in the mood for cliff top walks just lately...lol...not that I mind, they blow the cobwebs away!

This time we decided on a little bit further down the coast at Thornwick Bay near Flamborough.
Flamborough is a picturesque little fishing village with it's own bays, two of them, respectively called North and South Landing, and a lighthouse. They still fish for crabs and lobsters but the fishing industry is almost a byword now.
It's well known, has caravan and holiday homes and is a tourist attraction.

Just further down from one of the Flamborough bays are two small coves collectively known as Thornwick Bay...it's said the Yorkshire way with a silent 'w' thus sounding like Thornick Bay.
They were relatively unknown until some entrepreneur decided it too would be an ideal spot for a caravan park, consequently it is also becoming a tourist attraction.

We set off early as the weathermen had forecast rain for later in the day...it never materialised...but they were right about the strong, cold northerly wind. It was as bad as last week and on the cliff tops seemed even more wilder than when we set off.

The wind buffeted us from all directions almost pulling the car door out of my hands as I opened it and setting a newspaper to flight from where DH had left it on the back seat.
I was glad I'd decided on my windproof coat and walking boots though I couldn't find my fingerless gloves I like to wear in winter, they have a mitten flap over the end of them which opens so I can take photographs without removing the whole glove...I certainly stored them away for summer too well...lol...I still haven't found them yet!

We started off in a head wind leaving the cliff top car park at Flamborough's North Landing, following the cliff path as it meanders around all the little twists and turns of the coast.
The cliffs here are made of limestone and shine white in the sunshine, they don't get washed away like the mud cliffs further down though erosion does take place due to the wind and water but that takes years.
The cliffs are full of little gullies and small bays or coves, there are even caves which used to be used by smugglers in days gone by.

The grass was being blown almost horizontal but we pushed our way forward around the little bays and then back across a huge expanse of green fields where the wind wasn't quite as strong.
There are little valleys along it's length where you dip out of sight of the sea so that the huge expanse of sky and swiftly scudding clouds are all that you can see above the green sides of the valley.
Rooks were gathered together, these usually solitary birds form large flocks to forage and glean fields for food, poking and proddling with their huge black beaks for insects and worms. My father-in-law used to say they helped the farmer in two ways by getting rid of nuisance grubs and insects but also helping to turn the soil for them.

Then rising upwards over the valley rim the cliffs gradually reappear and we look down from the steep cliff sides to the rocky outlets which divide the little bays and gullies.

The tide was on the turn so rocks and sandy areas were exposed, it tempted the intrepid to brave the steep steps carved into the cliff side to reach the scaurs...flat expanses of rock around the shoreline...so they could walk beside the sea. It's a lot of steps as you have to come back up more steps after the first cove, then go down another set into the second cove before ascending more steps which bring you out about a mile from where the first steps went down...tiring!
We didn't go down as I've got a wonky knee which doesn't do steps very well unless I have a handrail. I'm not too bad going down as DH goes in front of me and I hold on to his shoulder but coming up again I've no chance...it makes for interesting detours on some walks!

There were a few tourists out, they drive down to the cliff edge, park up and peer over before getting back in and driving off again, usually after they've checked out the lovely little welcoming cafe on the cliff edge. It's run by a local lady who decided to cash in on the tourists...it's all home made cakes, pastries and hot meals which looked absolutely delicious.

We'd already eaten so settled for a steaming mug of milky hot chocolate but sat outside in a partially sheltered corner to drink it. The steam rose and wafted in the wind but it tastes much better outside than in.

There are three holiday homes on top of the cliff, bungaloes set almost on the edge where the land juts out into the sea at it's farthest point. They used to be the old coastguard cottages but are rented out now as a new coastguard station was built further down the coast.
It looks a lovely tranquil spot for a quiet and relaxing holiday but I bet you can still hear the wind howling around the eaves on a day like this.

We crossed a farmers field, still lush and green and covered with grazing sheep each wearing a fetching pink tag in one ear and a yellow one in the other...very fashionable!
Passing behind the rustling reed beds of an old dew pond we hoped to see reed buntings but there were only chaffinches and goldfinches feeding on the seeds of the wildly waving heads. Very wary birds they rose up in one big charm as we approached, zooming off at what seemed like the speed of light...we never saw them again!

Back at the car we divested ourselves of our outer clothing, turned on the cd player and singing along to my favourite Garth Brookes, headed down the coast to Filey for fish and chips...but that's another story!



Thornwick Bay, the larger cove complete with holiday homes


rocky outcrop separating the two small bays, the three intrepid people down there were a man and woman of around sixty and a young girl of about eight.


in between


lands end...just sea from now on!


Thornick Bay, the smaller cove


steep steps down the cliff side to the small cove


caves, reputed to have been used by smugglers


fashionable sheep with one pink and one yellow ear tag

  
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HICKOK-HALEY 10/7/2012 12:14AM

    Beautiful area. I love the water, and the clouds in the background. That is a good sized sheep!

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CELLOPLAYER1 10/3/2012 7:46PM

    Sounds like great walk and the pictures are beautiful.

Love the sheep!

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ECONLADY 10/3/2012 12:10PM

    Wow! I sounds and looks so beautiful! Thanks for sharing!

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the coastal path

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

We're supposed to be catching the tail end of hurricane Nadia, the weather's certainly changed and not for the better so maybe it's right!

Sunday was dry with some sunny periods and a very strong wind which sometimes became filled with blustery raindrops, the sort of rain which drives itself into your face and stings...still we decided to head for the coast...lol...DH's idea but one I was happy to go along with.
I'm not a girly girl, never have been. I don't mind muck and mud or getting wet in fact, I enjoy it!
The idea was to walk part of the coastal path between two villages.

The east coast of England is notorious for erosion with paths, roads, caravans, houses and even whole villages falling prey to the rough North Sea. They used to reckon on losing thirty metres a year but that's increased now, it's so unpredictable! Some places which are now in danger were once miles from the sea.
The weird weather of very dry, then very wet this year hasn't helped any and big tracts of land will suddenly slide down and disappear over the cliff edge.
Since we were last there part of the road and path had disappeared down onto the beach to be replaced by a wooden fence with danger signs, concrete road blocks and big red stop signs.

Some of that new fencing had already disappeared in places and the beach was strewn with soil and the remains of a bungalow that had half slid over the edge, large lumps of masonry clinging to the cliff face, the rest of it teetering at a lopsided angle, it's bright blue but tattered curtains flapping in the wind with cupboards and windows, bent out of shape, threatening to fall with every gust of wind.
It must be so heartbreaking for the owners to see.

Golden dry grasses, bright yellow ragwort and pretty white camomile grew in abundance across the edge of the cliff all blowing and dancing in the strong wind.
A couple and their dogs braved the elements to walk along the beach though I suspect it might have been more sheltered down below the cliff than it was on it. They stayed well down towards the sea and away from the heavy cliff sides.

The walk was, well! shall we say...bracing!
Very bracing!
It was what my dad always called a 'lazy' wind, too lazy to go around you so it came straight through!

The sea looked magnificent with it's churning white horses galloping up onto the beach, pausing a moment, and dashing back out again.
The foam was a frothy white plus varied shades of brown with churned up sand and seabirds seemed to hang on the wind as they tried to make headway through the strong breeze, their haunting scrieing filled the air, all at once seeming close by, then far away as the wind buffeted their cries around our heads and away out to sea.

The path was easy to follow when it was there but if it seemed too near to the cliff edge we fell back walking through the thick lush green grass and wild flowers of what used to be a farmers field though in reality it was now reduced to less than half a field in size.

Our return journey was through the fields, thick with flowers and grass, around the little medieaval church, passing through the caravan camp and back to where we parked the car. We thought the wind might be behind us on the way back but it was blowing every which way so there was no respite.

Once in the car the warmth hit us, so much so my glasses steamed up!
The silence was golden as the wind seemed to drop away. It still spattered the windows with rain and caught the car making it jostle but it was good to be back inside.
Our faces tingled with a warm glow and we rubbed cold hands together before wrapping them around a mug of drinking chocolate, piping hot and steaming as we poured it from the flask...it has never tasted so good as when you drink it like this, trying not to burn your lips yet wanting the hot liquid so much...I can almost taste it now...yummy!

It was a good and very enjoyable walk. Not too long as I'm still building my lengths up but so nice to be out in the fresh air.
Some of the pictures won't load here, it says the file's too big, as usual, but here are a few it deigned to load.



view down the beach



coastal erosion: large rocks are placed along the shore in an effort to reduce the wave power



danger sign, ragwort, grasses and camomile



grasses and flowers on the cliff edge with a breakwater in the distance



  
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SNUZSUZ 9/27/2012 9:44AM

    Beautiful! I always feel like I'm right there with you when you describe it!

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MOM2ACAT 9/26/2012 4:19PM

    Beautiful pics and I love your description of it.

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DOLLBABE56 9/25/2012 7:40PM

    Your adventure sounds wonderful!

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ECONLADY 9/25/2012 7:20PM

    Wow! Great blog! Thanks for sharing!

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CELLOPLAYER1 9/25/2012 7:16PM

    I can feel the wind on my face the way you describe.

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Bracing & blustery...

Thursday, September 13, 2012

I had a ride out with my good friend Judy yesterday.
We decided to have lunch in a small and friendly restaurant on the outskirts of the little medieaval market town of Beverley and then make our way down towards Hessle and the Humber.
It was meant to be more of a ride than a walk (she's recovering from an arthroscopy op. on her knee) but if the weather wasn't too bad we'd decided to walk along the foreshore on the banks of the river Humber which is nice and flat but with magnificent views.

It wasn't a bright sunny day, in fact quite overcast and with rain forecast when we set off but happily it didn't materialise and the sun made a welcome appearance just as we arrived at the Hessle foreshore.

Hessle is a small coastal village which fronts the river Humber.
Its foreshore has a long thin rocky beach, nothing to write home about as it's actually the shore to the mighty river Humber, a tidal river which serves the port of Kingston-upon-Hull, more commonly known as Hull, but it is a lovely walk with wonderful views across to Lincolnshire and their coastal ports.

There's a lovely heritage park there, it spreads out under the Humber Bridge and extends both ways for a considrable distance on the Yorkshire side of the river.
It's huge and has lots of different areas to explore with woodland walks, mountain biking trails, ponds, streams, picnic, playparks and birdwatching areas. It's a great place to walk and spend the day and we've been there a lot with grand children and husbands but we decided that this visit we'd only go to the foreshore where the park ends as it meets the sea.

We found a space to park the car right next to the river, not a lot of visitors drive this far down as they follow the signs to the Humber Bridge Park but that car park is a good fifteen minutes walk away (and costs too!) with lots of steps down through the woods so we always see if there's a space nearer in a small parking area which the locals know about, you can get into the heritage park this way too if you want, and on this occasion we were lucky.

We began to walk down towards the Humber Bridge, the suspension bridge which crosses the boundry between the counties of Yorkshire and Lincolnshire.
It was warm but quite blustery and the wind pulled gently at our hair and set our clothing to disarray as we strolled along the top of the grassy bank.
Seabirds scried as they hung on the wind, their feathers seeming to flap on their outstretched wings.
And a little orange tug boat chugged it's way slowly up river towards the harbour mouth.

The warm and welcome sun cast glistering silvery glints in a wide fan across the calm expanse of water as she peeked between the grey clouds which scudded along leaving patches of blue in their wake.
She gleamed on the vast structure of the bridge so it seemed to be made out of silver in the ethereal setting it created.
We sat on a well placed bench and marvelled at the wondrous sight.

Behind us the tall sail less structure of the old jet black tarred whitening mill stood sentinel against the forested backdrop, it's millstones piled in the grass as if tossed aside by a giant hand.

And the old 'seafarers' chair at the entrance to the park seemed to beckon us as if to say 'come sit a while'. The lovely double seated chair is constructed from pieces of old ship's timber and driftwood cast upon the shore by the tide.

The fresh air reddened our cheeks as we turned for home, not a long walk but a bracing one with lots of visual stimulation as well as physical...I for one slept very well last night!!




sunshine glints across the Humber



the bridge seems to be made of silver



the old whitening mill and grind stones



the 'seafarer' chair



millstones with a wood ship in the centre of the river and the distant shore of Lincolnshire







  
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ANNABELL598 9/13/2012 10:24PM

    Sounds like it was a great day. Would love to see some of those sights in person.

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CELLOPLAYER1 9/13/2012 7:00PM

    Sounds like a wonderful day and beautiful pictures!

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ECONLADY 9/13/2012 10:43AM

    Wow! Your pictures and writing really brought it alive. My favorite pictures were of the bridge. Thanks for sharing!

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indian summer

Friday, September 07, 2012

The weathermen said it would be an indian summer and so far they ain't wrong!
We haven't had very good weather at all this year, we've been from one extreme to the other with hot & dry, drought, torrential rain, flooding and cold strong winds so it's been what I call a 'green year' with lots of lush leaf and tall straggly stalks but little in the way of colour, and what did flower didn't keep it's blossoms for long.
But the indian summer's bright burst of sunshine and the warm temperatures have suddenly made the garden come alive, it thinks it's summer at last!

Flowers which haven't done well through the dismal summer days have suddenly found a new lease of life and burst forth with blooms and blossoms in an array of spectacular colour.

Insects still aren't exactly abundant, the only things to have done well this summer are the ants, slugs and snails, which we could well do without, and spiders but I like them , they eat all the flies!
Now though, this lovely warm sunshine has brought out a few butterflies, hoverflies and bees.

So far I've seen honey bees, the odd 'tailed' bumblebee, marmalade hovers, tortoiseshell, peacock and cabbage white butterflies and a lone red admiral.
There are even two pond skaters effortlessly gliding their way across the suface of the pond and I've seen two red darter dragonflies too..

The small tortoiseshell butterfly seems to be the most prolific and the smaller honey bee rather than the big bumbly ones but they are a welcome sight after the doom and gloom of warnings of a shortage of insect life, I've even seen a seven spot ladybird...alright it is only one when there are usually hundreds but it's a start.

The plants have thrown out pretty flowers, the marrow has developed two more even though it's marrows are ready for picking and the tomatoes and apples have all ripend in the warmth of the sun.

We've been eating the tomatoes a while now, picking them as they ripened but it was a slow job with days inbetween sometimes. The sun has changed all that and yesterday I picked a large bowlful of warm ripe red fruit, they taste much sweeter too.

We began picking apples yesterday too, the gnarled old tree hasn't as many on as last year but it often goes in cycles of one good year then one not so good. As it is there are quite a few on but they seem to all be growing in the higher branches than lower down, consequently DH had to balance on a ladder to pick them.
We missed the so called 'June drop' where the tree thins itself of small unwanted fruit as the flowers were still on the tree, they were very late and we thought it might not do very well because of it, that and the fact that the flowers were ended within a week of blooming and there were very few insects to pollinate them.
A couple of cheeky jackdaws have been quite good at thinning them out for us...wanted or not!!!...they peck away at the fruit just behind the stalk until it falls to the ground where they then proceed to carefully empty the skin pecking it clean and leaving little apple skin boats all over the lawn.

The mish-mash of seasons is quite an unusual sight as the rowan trees both berried up early, the large one has very few left on but still has all it's green leaves whilst the smaller one is stripped clean and it's leaves are turning to it's autumn colours of yellow, red and orange.
They don't usually have berries until late September-early October. It makes me wonder what the birds will do if we have another harsh winter like the last two, all the berries will have been eaten early, even the hawthorn berries are red and ripe and the elder doesn't look to have many at all this year, so there'll be nothing left for them. The fieldfares fly in from Russia especially for this bounty, seems to me there might not be a lot left when they get here!

The Rosa rubra, a climbing rose on the side fence is leafless in places with green leaf in others and hung with dark red hips whilst the climber 'buff beauty' on the arch is putting out fresh red tinged growth and is full of blooms and buds again.

The chinese lanterns are already orange but the buddleia is in bloom for the second time.

The viburnum bodnantense 'dawn' gets a coppery coloured leaf which eventually turns to green through the summer, it sheds them in early autumn and then flowers on bare stems through the late winter and spring...this year it's been in green leaf all the time and has had pretty pink flowers all year too...weird!

It's a crazy mixed up garden...lol...colourful, pretty and not sure which season it's in.

I thought you might like to see some of the flowers and insects in my garden right now.
Just a small slection, enjoy!



ripe apples



honey bee on ice plant 'spectabile'



'Rosa rubra' hips



Helenium 'butterpat' and fuschia



helenium 'moorheim beauty'



Japanese windflower 'September charm' and two marmalade hoverflies



ripening quince



chinese lanterns and echinacea


Red admiral butterfly on echinacea



bee on pink toadflax

  
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XME501 9/12/2012 11:02AM

    Great pictures as usual. We have cooled down here - just in time for the Pendleton Round-Up.

I probably won't get to any of the rodeo, but may wander around town for a bit - just to see what all they are selling. And to listen to some of the music and try some of the food. The local Indians put on quite a show with their foods and arts. There is also a "village" where they set up their tents.

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barb

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ECONLADY 9/7/2012 9:55AM

    Absolutely beautiful! Thanks for sharing!

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BUSYGRANNY5 9/7/2012 8:12AM

    Absolutely love, love, your blog and pictures! Thanks so much for sharing the beauty with the rest of us!

Have a wonderful day!!

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