Back from the bank holiday weekend

I arrived back yesterday afternoon from the bank holiday weekend spent at Felin Uchaf, the quiet little camp site I went to at Easter, and though I wish I could say it had been a great weekend I can’t, as yet again the great British weather destroyed most of my plans. After days of hot sunshine and blue skies right up to last Friday the long weekend was, for me at least, a mixture of light drizzle, torrential rain, mist and grey skies, with the sun finally putting in a short appearance late on Sunday afternoon. I still managed to get out and about with the camera but not to where I really wanted to go, and several of the photos I took on Monday were ruined by raindrops on the camera lens even though I was sheltering under an umbrella. Needless to say, now I’m back at work the weather today has been absolutely glorious!
I took just 68 shots over the three days – that number would have been a lot more in good weather – and nine of those were totally ruined by the rain. My ‘tigermousetales’ blog will soon be updated with a full account of the weekend and the best of the rest will find their way onto there, however here’s a few smaller versions as an example.
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View over the lake at Bala
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A brief bit of sunshine
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The Llangollen canal
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An amusing canal-side sign
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A misty view at Chirk castle gardens
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Is it me, or is this stupid?

As I was coming home from work this morning I was overtaken by this vehicle; there was nothing remarkable about the vehicle itself but what did attract my attention were the two big dogs in the back. They both had harnesses on and were obviously fastened in somehow, but it struck me that transporting dogs in this way is a pretty stupid thing to do. I dread to think what would happen if the vehicle were to be involved in an accident – if it was, those dogs wouldn’t have much of a chance, they would either be seriously injured or even killed.
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I don’t know who the driver was or where he was going, but I very much suspect that he often transports his dogs like that. Convenience, unthinking ignorance or just plain stupidity? I don’t know, but for the dogs’ sake I just hope he never is involved in any kind of accident – the possible outcome really doesn’t bear thinking about.

A reservoir ramble

It was another gloriously sunny spring day and though I had several things which needed doing at home I ditched them all in favour of going out on a long walk with the dogs round Entwistle reservoir, a place I hadn’t been to since this time last year and which was only just over six miles north of home. Designed by a local land surveyor and constructed in 1832 the reservoir dam is 110 metres long at the crest and 108 feet high and it was, back then, the highest in Britain. The reservoir itself contains almost 750 thousand gallons and coupled with the nearby Wayoh reservoir satisfies about half of Bolton’s need for drinking water.
My walk started from the car park at the south end of the reservoir and at one end of the dam; a wooden gate led to the waterside path and it wasn’t long before I got my first three shots. A large pine forest bordered the reservoir, separated from the path by a stone wall, and alongside the wall benches were set at intervals. As I headed further west the reservoir got narrower, finally ending in a shallow stream crossed by a wooden bridge.
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Looking west
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Looking back towards the dam
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The western end
The path split into two by the bridge, with one part running alongside the stream and disappearing into the pine forest; I walked a little way along and took a couple of shots of the rocky stream before retracing my steps and crossing the bridge. Another path ran alongside the far side of the stream, this time bordered on both sides by bright yellow gorse bushes, and it looked so attractive I couldn’t resist walking a little way along that one as well, then back at the bridge again I continued my circuit of the reservoir.
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Looking upstream
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Downstream to the reservoir
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View from the bridge
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Close to the bridge was a wide grassy area with a couple of benches, an ideal place to have a picnic or just chill out in the sunshine; from there the path ran close to the water’s edge for quite a distance, and with bluebells and gorse growing along each side it was really attractive. Eventually the reservoir widened out again and after a while it became separated from the path by a stone wall; there were several small grassy and rocky areas right by the water but it seemed that this part was used by the members of a private fishing club so there was no access for the general public.
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After a while the path veered away from the water and took me through a wooded area, skirting round a small creek where another stream flowed into the reservoir, before taking me back to the waterside. Several trees along the next stretch had branches growing over the path and down over the wall at intervals, making lovely green archways to walk under – and it was only after I’d got home and put my photos on the pc that I realised I’d taken an almost identical shot to one I took last year.
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An archway of trees
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View from the dam
Eventually the path ended at the dam and a road leading up the hill to Entwistle village; with no wish to go into the village I took one final shot from the dam and headed back to the van. It had been a good walk of about three miles and very enjoyable in the sunshine, but now it was time to head home for a much-needed brew.
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My walk, clockwise from yellow spot
I’m linking up again with Jo’s Monday Walk where this time she’s exploring the Rio Arade estuary in the Algarve – do pop over and join her to see some beautiful and stunning views. And I hope you’ll agree with me when I say the very first photo definitely has the ‘wow’ factor  🙂


A sweet little surprise

While cleaning in the kitchen at work this morning I moved the large kitchen bin to mop the floor underneath and saw what I thought was a small bit of paper down in the corner. I was just about to bend down and pick it up when it moved – it wasn’t a bit of paper at all, it was a tiny baby frog not much more than in inch long and so pale that it almost blended in with its surroundings. How it managed to get there is a mystery as the kitchen is quite a distance from the works entrance and it was so small it could easily have been trodden on by someone’s big work boot. I couldn’t leave it where it was though so I caught it and took it outside.
The works building is surrounded on three sides by woodland and on the right there’s a bank sloping down to a stream, so I thought that would be an ideal place to release my little friend. Walking halfway down the bank I placed him gently on the ground near the base of a tree then waited and watched – sod work, I wanted to make sure he was safe. He stayed still for a minute then with a couple of hops he was gone, disappearing under some damp leaves a few feet from the tree. Unfortunately I didn’t get a photo of him as I didn’t have my camera with me, which was a shame as he really was the sweetest little thing – fingers crossed he stays safe, finds some friends and lives a long and happy life somewhere in the woodland.

Canal walk – Radcliffe to Bury

Another gloriously warm and sunny afternoon saw me out and about with the dogs and camera again, this time along the Radcliffe to Bury section of the Manchester, Bolton and Bury canal. My walk started from the car park of the Last Orders pub on the A665 leading into Radcliffe; a short flight of stone steps led down from the car park itself to the towpath and I’d only gone twenty yards or so when I got my first shot, followed by a second one within another twenty yards. A bit further on was an old railway bridge in faded red paint and with lettering on the side, though I couldn’t quite make out what it said until I got closer to it.
The footpath over the bridge was part of a much longer path known locally as the ‘banana path’ (opinions seem to differ as to why it’s called that) and the slogan on the side of the bridge was one of the more obscure ‘artworks’ on the Irwell Sculpture Trail. Designed by New York-based artist Lawrence Weiner, one of the central figures of late 20th century art, the slogan is one of several in various locations around the world and is supposed to represent the artist’s attempt to understand the nature of water. Now I wonder, just how many minutes did it take him to think that one up?!
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‘Water made it wet’ – a text work by Lawrence Weiner
From the bridge the towpath was bordered for much of its length by hawthorn trees which had recently come into bloom and were giving off their lovely scent. I love the smell of hawthorn and often think it’s a shame that some enterprising perfume manufacturer doesn’t develop a fragrance like that; I’m not normally a perfume wearer but if there was a hawthorn one I’d have bottles of the stuff.
Across the far side of the canal open fields were dotted with sheep and cows, while in the far distance ahead and high up on the hills were the wind turbines of Scout Moor windfarm, the second largest onshore windfarm in England. As far as countryside goes I wasn’t that far from civilisation, there was nothing remarkable about my surroundings and there weren’t a great many photo opportunities as much of my route looked the same, but in the warm sunshine and with the sound of various birds in the trees it was a really pleasant walk.
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An overgrown section
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Eventually I came to another bridge and the high bank of Elton reservoir over on my left; I’d reached the outskirts of Bury and I knew from cycling that way years ago that I would soon be approaching an industrial area and there wasn’t much canal left, so I left the towpath and followed the nearby lane over the bridge and up to the reservoir. Elton Sailing Club was nearby and there were several yachts in the process of going back to the clubhouse so I snapped a quick photo then set off on a clockwise circuit of the lake.
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Away from the reservoir bank and over on the far side the land became flatter with several places where I could leave the path and get to the water’s edge so I decided to let the dogs have a paddle. Poppie however didn’t stop at just a paddle, she was so eager to get into the water that she slipped off the sandy edge and ended up swimming in water that was deeper than she’d expected. Sophie as usual stuck to just getting her paws wet but it wasn’t long before she too had an unexpected dip.
A bit further along from there the path veered away from the water and skirted a small creek with a stream running into it. The stream was crossed by a wooden bridge and I’d just stopped to take a photo when SPLOSH – Sophie, running around like she normally does, had misjudged the end of the bridge and fallen straight into the stream. And for a little dog who absolutely hates water she swam very well and was soon scrambling back up onto the path. So I ended up with two very wet dogs but I knew that by the time we got back to the van they would both be dry again.
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The creek near where Sophie fell in the stream
As I got near to the sailing club the path became private so I had to continue my walk along the lane behind the clubhouse, then once I got back to the point where I started my circuit of the reservoir I made my way back over the canal bridge and down to the towpath to head back to the van. A few clouds had started to gather by then so the sun disappeared briefly a couple of times but by the time I got close to where I’d left the van most of them had cleared away, so I got one last shot before I climbed the steps back up to the car park.
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The last shot of the day
At least I didn’t have to put two wet dogs in the back of the van, they’d both completely dried out on our way back from the reservoir and once they’d settled down I didn’t hear a peep from either of them all the way back home. It had been an enjoyable walk along a very pleasant stretch of the canal and it was one which I’ll probably do again in the not-too-distant future.
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I’m linking up again with Jo’s Monday Walk where this week she’s continuing her exploration of Bath – do pop over and join her for some architecture, quirkiness and a rhubarb and cherry slice or two.


I’ve started a new blog

Following on from my previous post about the challenge I’m taking on next month, I’ve started a new blog for it. Unless I’m missing something which should be obvious there doesn’t seem to be anywhere on my fundraising page for me to post regular updates of my progress, and I don’t feel it’s right to ask people to sponsor me or make donations if they can’t see how I’m doing. Then again, if I post updates on this blog they may very well get lost among all the other things I write about so a dedicated ‘challenge’ blog seems the way to go.
My new blog can be found here and as always any comments really will be much appreciated  🙂

Walking all over cancer

After seeing a tv advert yesterday I’ve taken the plunge and signed up to raise money for Cancer Research by walking 10,000 steps every day in June, in memory of Michael’s dad who, as some of you will remember, died of cancer in early December last year. According to sources, 10,000 steps equates to five miles but then I suppose that depends on an individual’s stride length, however I’m now in the process of checking out various affordable gadgets and gizmos to find the one which will give me the most accurate measure of step count and distance.
When I think of all the walking I do when I’m at work, plus taking the dogs out every day, 10,000 steps seems like a fairly easy target but I’m not expecting it to be so simple. There may be days when, for whatever reason, I don’t take the dogs as far as on other days, although if I don’t do the required number of steps on one day I can make up the total by walking extra on another day. As much as I enjoy walking Sophie and Poppie this challenge could turn out be harder than I think – it may not be a walk in the park (although it could be if that’s where I take them!) but I’m determined to do it and raise as much money as I can beg, bully, extort and nag people into parting with for a good cause.
If anyone would like to sponsor me or make a donation then my fundraising page can be found here.  Thank you for reading.