Several shots, in fact… Late afternoon, and after a wet day it’s more-or-less stopped raining. Let’s walk up and see the Christmas lights, before it gets completely dark.
Ten percent chance of rain at 1pm and 2pm; more than 50% at 3pm… We’d better get moving. The sky is at times threatening, though there’s some blue too. There are a few drops in the wind when we’re about a mile from home, that’s all. Still dry when we arrive home, a sharp shower follows just a couple of minutes later. Perfect timing!
We’re walking through the grassy mounds around the former Caughley colliery, enjoying (yet again!) the sunshine and the colours in the fields and hedgerows. The soil in the fields beside Red lane provides a clue to its name. In the short damp lane, the bluebells are variable in colour, and the garlic is abundant and pungent!
Beyond Inett Farm, a kissing gate provides access to a path across rough grassland, through the remains of ancient shallow coal pits. Beyond, a damp, shady way takes us to Red Lane, where the fields are bright yellow. Some of the bluebells are a funny colour too. We’ll survey the scene from Red Lane before heading back through the mines – to continue would be a shorter route home, but we’d have to walk along the road – no thanks!
20 April 2019 – we’ve just arrived in Edinburgh, and we’re taking a walk beside the Water of Leith to Dean Village, early on a fine spring evening
20 April 2020 – coincidentally, and nearly 300 miles further south, we’re walking down the lane that leads to Dean Farm. It’s another fine spring day – not a cloud in the sky.
Circumstances (not least the weather) have conspired to keep the camera indoors for a couple of weeks – it was suffering from lack of exercise (so was its owner). Today it’s bright and dry – time for a local leg stretch. Our last outing was to see the cooling towers meet sudden destruction – I’ll look down on the site, and see how it compares with our last view from this position, high up in the woods on Benthall Edge.
1st December: yesterday evening the lights were switched on – we’d better go and record the jolly scenes. There’s always a good turnout for this event, weather permitting – which it did. It’s cold, clear and dry – perfect for the fireworks, and once it’s over, we’ll head swiftly for home, pausing only to record one local resident’s personal take on the season (with a donation box for charity). Merry Christmas from Broseley!