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Archive for May, 2017

One a week photo challenge- Bird

Blackbird on a gatepost in Cropton. My favourite bird at the moment. Usually they fly off before I can take a photograph , this one was very brave.

Please leave a link to your Birds at Wild Daffodil or below in the comments for us all to enjoy.

Next week’s prompt is CYCLE.

Happy Snapping!

Rosedale East

Ten miles from Pickering is the village of Rosedale Abbey. There is no Abbey just a rather nice parish church which I once visited for Sunday Spires a few years back. There is a pub and a campsite and super riverside cafe selling cream teas. Stock up because we are going exploring. 1 1/2 miles out of Rosedale Abbey on the road to Castleton is a sharp left turn to Upton, otherwise known as Rosedale East.

Pretty and peaceful, the Dale spreads out in front of you. But look closely, because that is not a natural view. Once upon a time this valley ( Dale) was once completely forested. Gradually it was cleared for sheep to graze and the wealthy to shoot grouse. The moorland heather and gorse took over. But look again even closer, notice that there appears to be a ridge or road running along the far side. It’s not a road but the remains of a railway which runs right around the Dale. For this was once the hub of  coal mining and iron works which only stopped production in the 1920’s. Let’s walk.

A few houses remain. This is School Row, now mostly second homes and holiday cottages.

And this is High Row. Again no phone signal here, get stuck and you will need that phone box.

The iron works were very short-lived. This little community went from 558 people in 1851 to 2,839 in 1871,then 1396 in 1901 to 286 in 1961. Each house was occupied by a family and several miners who lodged with them. Everyone else was housed in Rosedale Abbey.

I visited at the end of April, the sun was shining but boy was it windy. Imagine what it must have been like to work there through some really severe winters.

Let’s go on.

This farm stands on the site of what was the iron foreman’s house. The miners had to walk up the track every day past his more luxurious accommodation to go to work. Passing the house on the left the track becomes the old railway line, all that remains of that is a cinder track.

This is what remains of the Coal depot, for this was the end of the railway which transported iron up to North East.

Walking along the top of the Dale now past the Old calcinating Kilns where the iron ore was processed.

The chimney up above is a ventilation shaft for the  coal mines below ground.

Looking back along the way I walked the railway is the lower ridge and the tramway which connected everything is above, by the remains of buildings on the higher level.

Here I paused at the site of a ruined house.

Love the fireplace, and can you imagine the view from the window.

I clambered up to the tramway with numerous rabbits for company to explore the top buildings.

A row of cottages.

Workshops long gone.

Not a bridge to nowhere but the forgotten entrance to a coal mine.

I say a while , just me , the curlews and rabbits. Peaceful and calm. All the noise and busyness gone, but not forgotten. I shall find out more, I am hooked on this place.

So long Rosedale East.

I hope you enjoyed my walk and exploration of quite a different kind of Yorkshire village. And if you ever go yourself, tell the rabbits I sent you.

 

 

 

 

Knit and Natter Friday!

Please join in at any point for a bit of natter, with me and each other.

I was listening to a radio programme ( Radio 4, of course) on the subject of birds, and what is the difference between a Bird Watcher and a Twitcher. A bird watcher is someone who wants to know about the life cycle of the birds, their song, their nesting habits, diet etc. A Twitcher on the other hand is someone who goes bird spotting a bit like train spotting* and has lists to tick off and competes with others to get the most ticks. They twitch apparently with excitement at the news that a rare oopjamaplip bird was spotted off the south coast somewhere near Bournemouth (Sorry Bournemouth, simply the place that came into my mind first), and off they all rush twitching with excitement. Of course a bird watcher can be a bit of Twitcher at times and vice versa.

It struck me that knitters can be divided a bit like this. Yarniestas being like the bird watchers. They want to know which breed of sheep the wool came from, what the sheep had for breakfast,  who the farmer was ( I exaggerate a tad) , who span the wool etc. And as for acrylic , forget it. And the clickers ( not quite certain I have the best name for this type of knitter, please suggest a better, squealer came to mind, but that made me think of pigs not sheep). I am probably a clicker. We seek out yarn shops with a determination  that defies the imagination of non knitters. When we get there we immediately want to buy knit everything straightaway, if not yesterday. We squeal with excitement, and if we hear there are two shops in town we are in heaven.

The internet is our undoing. We sign up for news letters and those special deals are an open invitation to the Gremlin that lurks in the key pad who will just keep on buying yarn.

Yesterday I got a knitting catalogue through the post. It said Knitwell SALE. One hour of happy squealing later (that is a better name than clicker), I had drawn up a MUST HAVE NOW list. I added up the cost. Now seriously £97.14 isn’t too much to spend at one sitting. I know I said no yarn this year, but it is a sale and some items would be knitted for Christmas, so it’s a BARGAIN. Right? Mr E would think it perfectly ok don’t you reckon?

OK enough jibber jabber ( Mr T, the A Team), from me. The pink jumper for Little Miss F is progressing slowly.

There may be a degree of procrastination going on here as I head for the cable heart pattern half way up, but I prefer to think not. I have a large bag of leftover sirdar snuggly yarn , which I am going to crochet into a blankie for the new baby. I am doing small granny squares and using the Joining as I go method which I used on the Cherished Scraps blanket. I am certainly not avoiding the cable knitting. Perish the thought!

Before I go I thought a nice sheep picture would be in order again for the Yarniestas. Sorry I don’t know the breed and I think the brown one is a goat! Expect you can knit with goat. I once saw a woman demonstrate spinning Alsatian dog hair- it was at the Weald and Downland museum in Sussex, if you don’t believe me.

ENOUGH! Over to you, love to know what you are knitting, crocheting, squealing about, please join in the comments/ natter or I will feel very silly. And feel free to leave a link to your yarn related obsession.

*No offence to train spotters intended.

 

One a week photo challenge- Modern

Modern children are glued to their screens and don’t play outside like we did in the good old days!

Trees stump climbing and sticks become hooks- Miss F and Master T

Paddling with the dog and throwing sticks for him, Miss S , Master H and Coco

Egg Rolling at Easter.

Daddy’s Dam building lesson, getting soaked but very happy!

All pictures taken within the last three weeks!

Seriously though I am fed up of hearing that modern children don’t get out enough and play. They jolly well do if you just GO.

Enough said! Please leave a link to your take on Modern in the comments or over at Wild Daffodil

Next week’s prompt is Bird.

Happy Snapping!

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