As promised by the weathermen (and/or women) - it's a beautiful sunny morning. I like to check the forecast the night before as although our bedroom window faces east and should therefore give us a good indication of whether or not it's to be a sunny day, a nearby tree covered ridge obscures the early sun at this time of year. All was dark when I got out of bed, but a peek out the window showed that although our house was in shadow the sun was indeed shining brightly elsewhere. I was already wishing I'd got up earlier as the tailend of the sunrise was looking gorgeous - strands and streaks of pale pink were brushed across a clear sky of many blues.
So, after a banana sandwich for breakfast, I headed off at about 7:30am. On the way up to the shed to get my bike I was already taking photos - frosty patterns still being a novelty at this time of year...
Frosty ladies mantel (alchemilla)
Frosty car windscreen -which we noticed later was actually cracked. We'd had problems with a jammed bonnet hinge and didn't realise at the time that it had damaged the windscreen at the bottom corner, the cold caused the crack to spread right across the windscreen. Oh no I thought (I always hate to have things go wrong), but it was very easy to get fixed - a quick phone call to the glass number on the insurance letter and a nice young man came to fix it the very next day.
Frosty car roof (the impending arrival of the windscreen repair man later prompted me to wash the car, not something we do terribly often - our priorities are obviously different to our neighbour's as he seems to be forever washing and polishing his fleet of cars)
Back to the bike ride. I take the same road out the village as last week but the earlier hour make the light more magical - therefore more photos are taken...
...like this one at the top of the hill. I was looking at the view in the opposite direction then glanced round and realised this was happening - fantastic!
This is the view with the sun behind me. You can see my shadow bottom left - I have a rainbow around me! I'm letting off quite a bit of steam after the long climb up the hill.
More views over mist wreathed fields.
The tree (last week a photo of this tree was the first I took)
Moo
Another shadow shot, this time in motion.
Crossroads coming up. Last week I went straight on, this week I go right.
Umbellifer, I think it may be an angelica?
Frosty leaf. The verges have recently been mown so you have been spared the numerous frosty leaf photos I I would otherwise have taken!
Grass topped gate post.
My favourite photo for this ride. This is the first view of the mountains to the north and they're looking nice and clear today, so a good day to take this route. The tractor and strip of ploughed land across the middle add a lovely finishing touch.
Pretty countryside. I've just descended quite a long hill through some woodland (it was sooo cold it took my breath away - no sun, no pedalling and fast freezing air) and the mountains have disappeared again. I'll be climbing again later so they'll be back...
Chestnut foal and mother.
Right, here we are after another climb. The mountains are lurking behind the row of houses on the hill behind the reservoir.
There are lots of gorse bushes along this road and they're full of spiderwebs.
Another admiring look at the view, hard to do it justice on a little blog photo.
After a short stop to eat an apple, I descend again.
Taking it slowly this time. There's a little calf here in front of the red feeder.
By here I've reached the bottom of the hill and am halfway back up another one. It's been a while since I've gone this route and I'd forgotten just how hilly it is.
Almost at the top of the last big climb and a last look back at the view.
Rook on a post.
Cow view. There's tiny calf snuggled down in the grass on the far right.
The mountains make a last peek over the hills.
Silly sheep.
I stop here to check my purse. £6. Enough to fund a visit to the charity shop in the village I'm about to pass through. For £4 total I get a little hand painted bowl, a nice chunky hand thrown jug (to add to the collection), a copy of the Farmhouse Kitchen cookbook (a friend has this and is always making lovely things from it), and three other books. Pleased with my haul I join the cycle path and zoom home (as quickly as I can with a carrier bag full of heavy books dangling from my handle bars!).
So a longer ride than most recent ones, and hilly too. I'd been getting a little lazy with my rides. Of course, nice weather always helps encourage more outdoor activity -we've just had three sunny days in a row, it was lovely!
Monday, 24 September 2012
Friday, 21 September 2012
Portencross
This morning we awoke to a light frost, meaning clear skies and sunshine, yay! As it's the September weekend the children had a day off school/nursery so we decided to visit Portencross. We've been before. It's a beautiful spot and has enough there to occupy us for a whole day.
I took numerous photos (as usual!). I was spoilt for choice for subjects - there's a castle, the sea, the Isle of Arran, a beach, and there were many butterflies too visiting the wild flowers which grow beside the rocks at the back of the beach.
We parked in the large car park near the castle.
A & N having a rest from "rock climbing"
The castle. Sadly not open today but it will be the rest of the weekend and bank holiday Monday (free entry).
Castle wall ad sky.
The little boat is called Twinkle.
A view of Arran.
Another Arran view with A at the very end of the jetty.
Looking back at the castle from the jetty, I love the sparkly sea.
Jetty detail.
We're back in the village now, great lifebelt sign for a seaside house name.
One of the big buoys at the car park. We're heading in the opposite direction from the castle as we're going to the...
...beach.
A view back towards Arran over a golden field at the back of the beach. There were lots of swallows swooping and diving after flies here.
The Arran ferry about to pass in front of the Ailsa Craig.
Picnic time, including yummy banana muffins.
A sky full of birds. These little flocks would regularly rise up, fly around and then land in a new spot.
Another beach view with a close-up of one of the many holey stones and boulders to be found on the beach.
Dear, sweet A doing a spot of paddling.
Arran again.
And again.
Yacht.
One of the many small tortoiseshell butterflies we saw today.
Daisy.
My first (and only) sighting of a red admiral butterfly this year.
Ailsa Craig, yacht and ferry.
After several hours spent paddling (with wellies on, too stony for bare feet), rockpooling, pebble collecting, picnicking and just wandering around admiring the views (and taking a few photos), we decided to head back towards the car park area.
It was too nice to leave yet though, so we hung around a little longer out on the rocks in front of the car park.
The tide was coming in. It was fascinating to watch the rockpools filling up with fresh sea water and the closed sea anemones opening up to display their frilly tentacles.
We decided to have a last visit to the castle too, the sea has filled up the little bay beside it now.
The two cottages opposite the castle. The one on the left with the red door is Shore House for which we saw the lifebelt house sign earlier.
A last view of the bay, then finally we do head home.
Really just an excuse to share lots of photos of a pretty part of the world on a lovely sunny day.
The weather forecast is looking great for tomorrow too, so I'll try and make sure I'm up and off early for my bike ride. I'm away now to start crocheting a mitten to match the one I made last night, the second mitten/sock of a pair is never as" exciting" as the first is it! Crochet update post to follow soon too...
I took numerous photos (as usual!). I was spoilt for choice for subjects - there's a castle, the sea, the Isle of Arran, a beach, and there were many butterflies too visiting the wild flowers which grow beside the rocks at the back of the beach.
We parked in the large car park near the castle.
The castle. Sadly not open today but it will be the rest of the weekend and bank holiday Monday (free entry).
Castle wall ad sky.
The little boat is called Twinkle.
A view of Arran.
Another Arran view with A at the very end of the jetty.
Looking back at the castle from the jetty, I love the sparkly sea.
Jetty detail.
We're back in the village now, great lifebelt sign for a seaside house name.
One of the big buoys at the car park. We're heading in the opposite direction from the castle as we're going to the...
...beach.
A view back towards Arran over a golden field at the back of the beach. There were lots of swallows swooping and diving after flies here.
The Arran ferry about to pass in front of the Ailsa Craig.
Picnic time, including yummy banana muffins.
A sky full of birds. These little flocks would regularly rise up, fly around and then land in a new spot.
Another beach view with a close-up of one of the many holey stones and boulders to be found on the beach.
Dear, sweet A doing a spot of paddling.
Arran again.
And again.
Yacht.
One of the many small tortoiseshell butterflies we saw today.
Daisy.
My first (and only) sighting of a red admiral butterfly this year.
Ailsa Craig, yacht and ferry.
After several hours spent paddling (with wellies on, too stony for bare feet), rockpooling, pebble collecting, picnicking and just wandering around admiring the views (and taking a few photos), we decided to head back towards the car park area.
It was too nice to leave yet though, so we hung around a little longer out on the rocks in front of the car park.
The tide was coming in. It was fascinating to watch the rockpools filling up with fresh sea water and the closed sea anemones opening up to display their frilly tentacles.
We decided to have a last visit to the castle too, the sea has filled up the little bay beside it now.
The two cottages opposite the castle. The one on the left with the red door is Shore House for which we saw the lifebelt house sign earlier.
A last view of the bay, then finally we do head home.
Really just an excuse to share lots of photos of a pretty part of the world on a lovely sunny day.
The weather forecast is looking great for tomorrow too, so I'll try and make sure I'm up and off early for my bike ride. I'm away now to start crocheting a mitten to match the one I made last night, the second mitten/sock of a pair is never as" exciting" as the first is it! Crochet update post to follow soon too...
Tuesday, 18 September 2012
Heathfield
The ruined farm I explored a little in my last post intrigued me. From my OS map I could see it was called Heathfield. A little googling later and I discovered...
This site which contains a little collection of memories from writer Betty McKellar who once lived on the farm. She desciribes herself as a city girl and on marrying the farmer she moved to Heathfield farm in 1956...
" No tractor, no machinery; hay was cut with the scythe. Sheep were clipped by hand in the reciprocal neighbouring system which turned out to be the great social gathering of the sheep-farming year. The house cow lived in a byre through the side door from the kitchen. You could smell her as you went about your chores. I learnt to milk her like the dairy maids from the story books of my childhood, sitting on a three-legged wooden stool with my head against her flank, and squeezing her fat teats so that her milk frothed into a luggie between my knees. I remember the big shallow milk binds in the dairy with the layers of cream on top that I skimmed and churned into butter in the barrel-shaped butter churn, ca'in the handle."
And this site describes how in the winter of 1942 an aeroplane crashed on nearby moorland. A shepherd only discovered the wreckage three weeks after the crash happened. The bodies of the three airmen were brought back via pony and sledge over the wintry moors to a makeshift mortuary at Heathfield farm.
It's wonderful what you can find out on the internet!
I still haven't found just when it was abandoned though. Sometime since 1956 so fairly recent really considering the state of it now.
Here are some more of the photos I took...
This site which contains a little collection of memories from writer Betty McKellar who once lived on the farm. She desciribes herself as a city girl and on marrying the farmer she moved to Heathfield farm in 1956...
" No tractor, no machinery; hay was cut with the scythe. Sheep were clipped by hand in the reciprocal neighbouring system which turned out to be the great social gathering of the sheep-farming year. The house cow lived in a byre through the side door from the kitchen. You could smell her as you went about your chores. I learnt to milk her like the dairy maids from the story books of my childhood, sitting on a three-legged wooden stool with my head against her flank, and squeezing her fat teats so that her milk frothed into a luggie between my knees. I remember the big shallow milk binds in the dairy with the layers of cream on top that I skimmed and churned into butter in the barrel-shaped butter churn, ca'in the handle."
And this site describes how in the winter of 1942 an aeroplane crashed on nearby moorland. A shepherd only discovered the wreckage three weeks after the crash happened. The bodies of the three airmen were brought back via pony and sledge over the wintry moors to a makeshift mortuary at Heathfield farm.
It's wonderful what you can find out on the internet!
I still haven't found just when it was abandoned though. Sometime since 1956 so fairly recent really considering the state of it now.
Here are some more of the photos I took...
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