Sunday, 24 April 2016

Hedgerows, Fossils and Giant Dragonflies

First of all, thank you everyone for your good wishes and very kind comments on my last post, celebrating my second Blogaversary. I was so touched by the lovely things you said about my blog. They made me very happy indeed.
Yesterday we decided to leave the car at home and go for a walk from our door. The sun was shining and, although there was a nip in the air, billowy white clouds were drifting across a deep blue sky. We just couldn’t be indoors, so we set off across the fields near to where we live. 

I love hedgerows. They burst into life when spring is at its height, frothing with white blackthorn blossom and fresh green leaves.  

Beneath them are spring flowers: celandines, primroses and if you’re lucky, some native bluebells.

Later on into the summer they teem with more plants, and they are corridors for small creatures, making a network of mini highways across the countryside traversed by insects, birds and small mammals, all mostly unseen by humans. The more species which make up a hedgerow, the older it is.

Prettily-coloured cows grazed in the valley,

and then at the top of the hill the land became more scrubby and we came across bright yellow gorse in bloom.

In this part of Somerset the countryside is gentle and hilly, rolling and undulating away to the horizon. We live in the Somerset Coalfield amid a cluster of old mining towns. The last mines closed in the 1960s and 70s but many men in the local towns are ex-miners with very interesting stories to tell.  Most of the older housing consists of terraced miner’s cottages built from local stone, and we are surrounded by old pits which are very much a part of the landscape, a reminder of the area’s industrial heritage. Beneath the ground in places there are mine-shafts and, indeed, if you buy a house in this area you have to have a coal-mining search done at the same time to check for the likelihood of subsidence. My elderly ex-neighbour told me stories of an underground passageway running under our gardens wide enough for a horse and cart to travel through, as we live close to an old pit. I try not to think too much about that when I’m gardening! 
Soon we neared a village and came across some neatly-ordered allotments, looking ready for the growing season ahead.

The area is made up of carboniferous limestone which originates in prehistoric times, and we often dig up large pieces of limestone in the garden and use the larger ones for little pathways and borders. Once we found one with a little ammonite embedded in it. We walked down towards the little town of Radstock which contains an old mining wheel, mining museum and gives its name to a prehistoric variety of giant dragonfly with a wingspan of 40cm which was discovered there. Firstly though, we detoured into a tiny, old quarry to explore. 

Once inside, its rocky walls stood just above head-height with trees suspended above us as we walked.

 The information board explained that the whole area had been an archipelago of islands in a swampy tropical sea, and this is why it's is so rich in fossils and coal. 

As we walked we scanned the large rocks scattered on the ground and spotted some tiny shells outlined in the rock as well as some glittery quartz.

As we walked into Radstock we passed this churchyard which has a tree growing out of a wall,

and met this sweet, spotty little pig - aaaah!

One in the town we stopped for a cup of tea, as our legs were ready for a rest. A network of old railway lines criss-cross the area after the railways were closed in the 1960s, and in recent years have been brilliantly transformed into cycle tracks and 'greenways', linking the towns and villages with each other. We headed for home along one such greenway, crossing a river and walking under railway arches with wonderful fields surrounding us.

More beautiful hedgerows.

This is the field that J and I crossed on our walk last April.

We crossed over the river, 

and started our uphill journey into more wooded countryside. We managed to correctly identify a dipper on a rock in the river and a tree creeper doing what it's name suggests, creeping all the way to the top of a very tall tree. Sadly they were too fast-moving for me to produce any decent photoss of these birds.

 All around us spring was bursting forth.

In the distance is more evidence of the area's mining history. Waste from the mines was piled into spoil tips which are known locally as 'batches'.

After a while our walk took us along a raised walkway at treetop height and we listened to the birds all around us. I think this walkway is a great idea - it gives you a different perspective on your surroundings.

It was good to see these bat boxes fixed high up in the trees, as well as plenty of nesting boxes for birds.

When we got home, we worked out that we'd covered about 5 miles. It reminded us of how much there is of interest on our doorstep if we look for it, and we decided we must do it more often. 
The weather had been lovely all afternoon, the landscape pretty and its history fascinating - you can't ask for more than that!

Thursday, 21 April 2016

Blog Anniversary

Hello! Two whole years ago today I took the plunge and started my blog. It was such a good decision for me; I've had a brilliant two years. I've iced a rhubarb and vanilla muffin in celebration and popped a candle on top (not much room for two!). Would you like a piece?

Over the last two years I've made lots of lovely like-minded friends who share my enthusiasm for flowers (it has been referred to as an obsession by family and friends), yarn, gardens, creativity, days out and cake. It has been such a pleasure to document the seasons and life's small but special moments: the first spring bulbs; long, warm summer evenings in the garden; falling autumn leaves; frosty winter mornings; the year's celebrations and all the little things that make you stop and take notice. I know, dear readers, you love them all as much as I do and that's what makes writing a blog such fun. Many of you write your own brilliant blogs, and visiting them is always a pleasure. So I want to say a huge 'thank you' to everyone who takes a moment out of your busy day to read my blog and leave a comment. It wouldn't be the same without you.

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Sunday, 17 April 2016

A Good Break

Today is the last day of our Easter holidays (Easter seems like ages ago now, doesn't it?) and I'm preparing to return to work tomorrow. It's been a lovely two weeks full of very warm sunshine, heavy showers and hailstones - typical April weather in fact. I've spent happy time with family and friends, P and I have been out and about on his three days off, and I've had the luxury of time to crochet and sew, and just please myself. Also I've done lots of gardening, tidying up edges, weeding and sowing seeds. Setting my morning alarm for later and taking my time in getting up most days has left me feeling feel refreshed and energised - it's been good.

 I know that once term starts again, my posts and visits to to your lovely blogs will be more sporadic. But I will still be in Blogland when I can, popping in and pootling around. In the meantime I shall leave you with photos from a visit we made last week to one of our favourite National Trust properties, The Courts in Wiltshire. It's a smaller place and only the garden is open to visitors, but what a garden it is. We've always been in the summer and it's gorgeous then, but it is also beautiful in the spring, full of flowers and birdsong. Hope you enjoy it.


Thank you for all the lovely comments you leave on my blog - I love to read them. Hope the week ahead is a good one for you x