Monday, 21 September 2009

Odds and ends in the garden



The sunflowers have come out at last. They are a very late bloomer, and very thuggish. They have taken over the whole border, ansd will have to come out in the autumn. I don't think we will ever get rid of them, as the tiniest bit of root springs up enthusiastically!



Buried in the sunflowers is one brave helenium. We couldn't get it out when the sunflowers began to take over, but it refuses to die. Hopefully I will be able to rescue it. It deserves better!



A couple of late roses are blooming on the patio. They are a very pretty pink, but the winds get at them at this time of the year.



We have a lot of ferns down the end of the garden, as it is, or rather was, very shady. When we raised the canopy of the sycamore tree it let in a lot more sunlight, but they don't seem to mind! I love the way the spores fit on the underside of the ferns.

It is definitely autumn now, it even smells autumnal! I like this time of the year, but the days are getting shorter now, which is not so nice. We have had some lovely sunny days, so I hope they will return. Judging from the weather maps, I think it will be a while before that happens! Depressions are fast approaching across the Atlantic!

Still, the rain makes the country green, and the reservoirs need filling, as they are very low. The Garden Centres are full of bulbs, so I must go and indulge myself and plant some cheerfulness for next spring.

Thursday, 17 September 2009

A quick trip



A quick trip round our local Garden Centre - looking for garden furniture being sold off cheap! - made me get my camera out when I saw all these gardening gloves hanging up. I thought they looked like happy hands!



Outside, there were rows and rows of luscious looking plants, but I was told we didn't need any of those! But I found these lovely pots, they'd look fantastic on our patio, but they were excruciatingly expensive, and weren't frost proof, which meant a lot of carting in and out each autumn. Just when it might be rather nice to look out at shiney pots!



The bigger ones were tremendously heavy, we couldn't even lift them. Imagine what they would be like full of compost!

A quick trip, but colourful, even if I couldn't buy any flowers!

Sunday, 13 September 2009

The Goyt Valley and Errwood Hall

Saturday morning saw the sun shining, and the promise of a gorgeous day, so we set off towards the Goyt Valley, in Derbyshire, where there are two reservoirs, and walks over hill and dale, as they say! The road to the Goyt from our side of the hills is tortuous, very windy roads, though wonderful views. It is stone wall country up here, with few trees and no hedges. Farms have the sense to huddle in the shelter of a hillside, and keep low rooftops. Unfortunately, it was too hazy to take a photo of the distant moors. But they did look lovely!



From where we parked we walked up into woods; from the entrance there is a view of the reservoir, and a few sailing boats.




The woods were beautifully cool. The path we were on was the old carriage way to the Hall, but there were steps and other paths for the adventurous.




Streams chattered below us, and tributaries added their voice. The dog took a long paddle!




We were aiming for Errwood Hall, now in ruins, but once a great house.






The two old photos show the hall in all its glory in about the 1920's.
Errwood Hall was built in the 1830’s by Samuel Grimshawe, a wealthy Manchester businessman, and was occupied by the Grimshawe family for the next hundred years. The hall was the centre of a thriving estate of over 2,000 acres (8.1 km2), consisting of several farms, a school, a private coal mine and the hamlet of Goyt's Bridge. The family planted many specimen trees including an abundance of azaleas and rhododendrons.
Samuel’s grandchildren were the last members of the family to live in the hall, which was then used as a youth hostel for a few years until it was demolished in connection with the construction of the Fernilee reservoir in 1934. (from Wikipedia)

Before the reservoir was built, there was a thriving village, coal mines, and further down the valley, a gunpowder factory! That probably dated from the 16th century and reputedly provided the ammunition for Sir Francis Drake to fight the Spanish Armada. The factory was active during the first World War, but was closed soon after.



The hall is now in ruins, but the arches of what was probably the drawing room remain.



Plus traces of the grand entrance.



Even the holes remain in the stone pillar where the locks were.



The paved terraces are still there. Its not hard to imagine tea parties being held outside on a fine day!



The wall bordering what was the carriageway still stands. There were a couple of late foxgloves at the foot.




Once back at the car park, we drove along the road up the valley. The reservoir was very low, though not low enough for some of the ruins of the drowned village to appear.



There were also active quarries during the valleys life before the reservoirs came. Now they look beautiful with heather and rowan trees growing out of the crevices in the rocks.




Little streams can be cooling to the feet!



The heather is lovely at this time of the year, coveirng the moors around here.



The packhorse bridge, previously in the village, was relocated, and is now a favourite spot for picnics. Children and dogs enjoy splashing around there.

There are much longer walks from around here, and the Peak District Park provides maps of circular tours. Through the rhododendrons of Errwood Hall and up to Cat's Tor, along the ridge to Pym's Chair and down again is a favourite one, though, alas, beyond me! There are wonderful views from up there, and you feel on top of the world! I might add that you can drive to Pym's Chair car park and feel on top of the world without too much exertion!

But it was a lovely, lovely morning. We had hoped to finish off with lunch at our favourite tea rooms but they were packed solid with cyclists, walkers and hungry people. So we went home!

The photographs of the old hall are copyright 'gerald hancock errwood hall'

Tuesday, 8 September 2009

One man's meat.........

It always amazes me at flea markets what odd things there are for sale! Of course, there are plenty of items for the colletors to pore over - World War II memorabilia, horse brasses, jewellery, old tools, whatever takes your fancy.





But there are some really odd bits and bobns around! Who would want an old galvanised bath with a bottom so rusty it would fall straight out? Though I suppose you could plant flowers in it. Or old oil cans? Plant pots and a whole lot of slatted boxes? Or a big box full of old, rusty mincers? And that is just for starters!

I suspect most of this sort of thing comes from house clearances. When you have to clear a house out completely, especially if it was the home of an elderly relative, it is just amazing what people will keep in case it comes in useful! Having done this three times I now try to clear out my "odds and ends" drawers and not leave a whole lot of stuff for my daughjter to have to get rid of!

But even so, there are some things that I feel sure WILL come in useful. One day.




I think the saddest thing for sale there was the "Little Pony" rocking horse. Surely much loved once, but discarded when the girls (it must have been two or more girls, no boy would be seen dead on a pink ponly!) reached the age of clothes, boys and more clothes!

Like the Bible says "And it came to pass....": all things change, or end. We think they never will and perhaps don't pay as much attention as we might do. And then it comes to pass that they simply aren't there any more.

Friday, 4 September 2009

A bit of sun to cheer us rain-drenched bloggers up!



Its cold and its wet, and I miss a bit of sun! So I've made a collage of some of the Greek landscapes we came across on our holidays.

Sometimes we hired bicycles and careered over little tracks, up and down steeproads, and discovered lots of little corners untouched by tourism, or even the 20th century! (We haven't been to Greece in thr 21st century, unhappily :( )

Other odd corners we came across in towns, or villages. Everywhere plants in pots,m or if pots not available, old olive oil cans, anything! Bouganvillia (hope I've spelled that right!) tumbled over houses and balconies. Swallows and martins swooped up under the eaves, and the times we went in the early spring, there were flowers covering the hillsides.

Ah, I feel warmer just thinking about it! Enjoy the photos!

Monday, 31 August 2009

Family and Friends

It was my son-in-law's 50th birthday this weekend, and to celebrate, he had a big party. Family, new friends, friends from work and long-time friends all gathered for lunch and a tea party. Fify people ate, drank, chatted and dashed in and out of the garden as the rain came and went!



Daughter Sue had cooked a fantastic spread for lunch, with quiches, salad and a yummy cheese board.



Cups of tea came later,




with scones, cream and jam. Did I mention Sue is a great cook? And a far better scone maker than I am! They were delicious!



And, of course, a birthday cake, with sparklers in the shape of '50', though that is hard to see from my photo!




Another view of the cake and party-goers - cleverly (?) done in the mirror!



Then there is always the aftermath! My eldest grandson cheerfully mucked in with his hands in the bowl, carefully washing the very pretty cups.

I think such gatherings are fun, but also good at keeping friendships and family relationships alive. We can't always see as much of each other as we would wish. Lives are busy, and people get scattered, moving futher away from home. It was a lovely afternoon. I met people I didn't know, and gave hugs to family I hadn't seen since Christmas! The youngest member was 3 months old, and the oldest in her 80's. A great time was had by all!

Tuesday, 25 August 2009

Gongoozling!



We went for a walk along the Macclesfield Canal a few days ago. And we had a good time gongoozling! Which, for those who don't know, is watching other people doing all the hard work of locks and bridges, and possibly getting into a mess! We have had many holidays on the canals in the past and cursed the gongoozlers sometimes as our narrow boat didn't do what the steerer wanted it to, but now it was our turn!

It was a beautiful day, and the locks are handy to sit on!



The locks can be quite deep, and it feels spooky sometimes waiting on your boat at the bottom of a lock as it fills up!




There are also bridges, some like this one, only used for farm traffic. Its often very quiet and peaceful along the canal - lovely!




There wasn't much wild life around, much to our suprise, no butterflies and hardly any birds. But I did find some berries! The hedges and the canal edges had been trimmed rather roughtly, by the Waterways Board, so no chance of blackberries!



But there are always a few interested onlookers!

I wish I had taken photos of the boats, but we were surrounded by people, and it seemed rather rude to snap their difficulties with the locks and paddles!

The Macclesfield Canal is mostly lock-free, apart from this section at Bosley, where there are 9 locks one after the other as the canal drops down the hillside. A little further on it goes across the River Dane by an Aqueduct, but I couldn't manage to get there. I was quite pleased with myself for getting as far as I did.