This is another of the pics I have collected over time and whenever there is a credit on the pic I have left it on. Otherwise apologies to the photographer who took it.
I am still up in Golden Valley today everyone was celebrating, or at least starting the celebrations of our dear Queen Elizabeth II’s Diamond Anniversary. Unfortunately, the weather turned quite miserable with lots of the wet stuff coming down in ‘stair rods’.
I have spent most of the last three days attempting to put together a new web site. I guess I am about 25% through, on top of that I was asked to photograph the Holiday Homes nearby for an article on ‘Park Life’. Unfortunately the rain prevented many decent shots, and when it wasn’t raining the light was rubbish.
Anyhow, dear friends I will get down to some more serious blogging soon, meanwhile here is the pic I promised.
Well, I have been up in the Golden Valley now for 11 days, and it has rained every day! In fact when we first arrived we had snow and hail stones as well as floods. So as you can imagine I have taken very few photos. In fact I would go as far to say that I think that Spring is about three to four weeks behind in this neck of the woods. Birds are still nest building! And, yesterday I saw what I believe to be a Grey Wagtail and it’s mate attempting copulation, how late is that? The same thing in the river – which is usually 6 inches deep and was until two days ago 6 feet deep – a pair of Mallard floating down stream at about 10 knots, trying to mate. Every time the drake jumped on her back she nearly drowned! All this time they were coming towards me in the gloom, and they were so interested in what they were doing that they hadn’t noticed me, plus they were white water rafting! (imagine trying to make babies the same time as you are hammering down the river at 70 mile an hour). Anyway, I think I did the duck a favour because as they reached me they saw me he jumped off, they did a mid air spin and flew back up the river.
I had some good news last week. The Sunday Times Magazine (on line version) did an article on ‘Litter’. As it happened I had taken a few pics over time on litter so submitted what I thought may be suitable. I’m pleased to say they chose a photo of a black Bra that I had spotted in a wooded ‘Pull-In’ up near Tintern Abbey ruins in the Wye Valley in Wales. It was on a Sunday morning so I guess the Bra was left there from the Saturday night before! The mind boggles. Check out the link to the post here: http://tinyurl.com/c9pwgv9
Oh well…..let’s see what the weather is like for the next couple of days…that’s all I have left for this month in Herefordshire to get the shots on my list. Unfortunately, I am not holding out too much hope. It’s actually pouring down as I type!!!
I know, it’s been an age in between posts! But I have finally found a few minutes to jot something down.
During my recent trip to the Golden Valley, I was fortunate enough to actually get out and explore the immediate vicinity, (my apologies if I repeat myself here and there).
You will recall that I went to a village in the Valley known as Vowchurch. Well this time out I went in the opposite direction and visited Peterchurch. Then the next time went back to Vowchurch and then on to the next little village which really was like stepping back in time. However, the first thing that I saw as I entered Peterchurch was a Second WW US Army Ambulance up on a ramp! Not something I expected to find in the depths of darkest Herefordshire.
Kind of weird really and something that made me stop in my tracks and just look at it, and wondered who would have driven it etc.
Immediately opposite the truck was the church of Peterchurch. This was a bigger one than the previous church I had visited but part of the same group (not the correct term I know) and administered by the same clergy. In front of the church was a magnificent example of an ancient Yew tree. The tree is recorded as being at least 850 years old! Apparently, in the Middle Ages many of the churches were used as a refuge and ‘forts’ as the villages were regularly raided by Celtic warriors from over the border in Wales. The main weapon of the day was the bow and arrow and, what wood do you think the bows were made from? Yes absolutely correct Yew. So that it is why in most of the church yards in the UK you will find a really old Yew tree in the yard.
The next village was back to Vowchurch and then on to the old village of Turnastone. As I entered the village it was just like stepping back in time, the first thing I saw was an old farmhouse. It was pretty old but also it was empty. What once was obviously a magnificent family home, was now just sitting there rotting away. From what I could gather it appeared the farm business was another victim of the current economical downturn that is affecting everyone.
Turnastone Court really would have been a beautiful place to live back in the day, and its garden backed on to the little River Dore. However, if I thought this was quaint, I wasn’t any where ready for what I was to see next.
It was almost like stepping onto and Ealing Studios British Film Set. It was absolutely wonderful, well it was for me, I must have take about 60 pics of the place from every angle.
I eventually came to St Margaret’s church and I went in side, it was a sweet little church and once again steeped in history. I took a number of photos many of which are still in the workflow but I will show them as soon as. Meanwhile, I will leave you with just one more pic. This was one I took of a memorial plaque on the wall inside the church.
It is written in old English where the ‘S’ looks like an ‘f’ and the Stonemason would abbreviate words to suit, as he was engraving to ensure it all fitted on the stone. The way that I read it is that young John Roberts Junior died just after Christmas on December 29th 1768 at the age of 22. Then just 12 days later his wife Catherine who was 25 also died as did their daughter Ann. I couldn’t find out anything out about the family or why they perished, but the Plague and the Pox were around at that time along with all the other diseases of the day, and obviously without any real pharmaceuticals to treat the illnesses with.
The poem at the bottom reads: In youthful years through pain and grief, we here retreat and find relief. Waiting in hope out of this dust, to rise and reign among the just.
I am currently away on a trip to the Golden Valley in Herefordshire, UK. It was supposed to be a Nature Photography trip! I say supposed because it hasn’t stopped raining for more than an hour yet. But it is such beautiful countryside that I don’t really mind. Hopefully I will post some pix soon.
About 8 or 9 days ago I posted a couple of pics of the Cinnabar moth larvae that had moved into the Ragwort in my garden. You may recall I was really quite pleased as I have tried to let my garden go back a little to the wild. I think the number of the caterpillars were about 24. However, two days ago we had a day of torrential down pour, so the next day the moths were down to 2! I’m not sure where all the others have gone, I had quick look around the vicinity but to no avail.
We will see what happens from now.
Another pic from my last trip to Golden Valley, was this Lapwing. The sad thing was when he(she) took off I found a small dead fledgling!
I have been to Golden Valley again. I had such a successful trip the first time I thought I would try in again. It was equally delightful but not as prolific – wildlife wise – as the first time. This I know is down to the timing. The first time was in the heart of Spring and the second at the beginning of the Summer however, still enjoyed my time there.
Here are a few more pics from the trips up there to sunny Herefordshire in the UK. I hope you like and please post your comments, they are always welcome.
Apparently blackbirds are having a bit of a rough time of it. This is down to the very dry weather we have been having. Blackbirds have a particular liking for garden worms and, because of the hot dry conditions the worms have been going
deeper into the ground and out of reach of the bird.
Last week I took a trip up to
Herefordshire and stayed in Golden Valley. While I was sitting out with our small dog in the sun, this cheeky chappy just strolled up and took a piece of the dogs
He did this three times before the end of the day. The next day he showed his face again. I was able to recognise him by an unusual White flash on the back of his neck.