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South Lakeland is beautiful part of England. This is my corner where i can post my poems and photos and also write about walks. This is also a place where i can air my veiws and opinions.

Thursday, 17 May 2012

Bluebells in May

It’s been miserable recently, rain, hail and cold winds have made this month a bit of a washout again so far. Today there was a gap in the weather, a day where the sun’s warmth managed to get through despite a cool breeze.

I took a walk along my favorite valley, the Rusland Valley, where I always find peace and happiness all year round, but this time of year is very special, when the Sun shines.

Spring flowers line the roadside and woodland edges all the way in the valley, the dominant colour seems to be white at the moment with Garlic Mustard and Ramsons abundant, two plants that I love the smell of and some leaves from Garlic Mustard always seem to find their way into my sandwiches! The delicate white flowers of Cow Parsley are now opening and the heady scent of Hawthorn is gorgeous as the trees are laden with their sweet flowers.

There is one patch of Snakeweed that is coming into flower now, adding a splash of pink to the roadside. Another pink delight is Herb Robert; the tiny Geranium that grows out of the cold and damp mossy stone walls, the plant often has bright red stems and looks beautiful close up. It’s strange to see people growing Geraniums in their tidy gardens, but the Herb Robert is pulled out and discarded to the compost heap, or poisoned with herbicides as it is an ‘invasive weed!’

There were a few splashes of yellow too from the lovely Meadow Buttercups with their glossy petals and the large flower-heads of the Welsh Poppy that flowers in abundance. There is a small patch of Greater Celandine there too; their yellow petals always stand out from under the shady wall where they grow, their stems omitting a red substance when they are broken, I like this plant and wouldn’t mind it growing in my garden.

Blue is the colour that seems to like the shadier parts of the valley, Green Alkanet, named for the green dye that they produce, flowers under the shade of some trees and a small patch of Bugle has found refuge in a little grassy area under the Beeches. As always at this time of the year the stars of the show were the Bluebells, this is the time when their blue flowers are at their best under the fresh lime-green Beech leaves in the woods. They carpet the woodland floor and on warm days they fill the air with their gorgeous scent.

I wasn’t the only one who was enjoying the Bluebells though, close by me was a Peacock Butterfly and a restless Orange-tip Butterfly who seemed to be searching out the nectar from the Bluebells and Greater Stitchwort. It really is a special time, a time when the woodland is at its best and when I love to sit quiet and soak in the sights, sounds, scents and flavours of the Beech woods.

On the bird front a Buzzard was soaring high above the fields, closely watched by a noisy Raven who made a successful assault by chasing the Buzzard into the trees. Swallows and Swifts were flying around the farm-buildings, while Chaffinch, Blackcap, Willow Warblers, Chiffchaff, Nuthatch and a Great Spotted Woodpecker were all calling in the woods.

What a beautiful place to be on a sunny morning, I can think of nowhere else in the world where I would rather be on a warm May morning than a Bluebell carpeted Beech wood, if Heaven is anything like this I will die a happy man!

Ramsons - Wild Garlic
Hawthorn
Garlic Mustard
Greater Stitchwort
Herb Robert
Green Alkanet
Bugle
Bluebell Carpet
Bluebells
Rusland Beeches
Rusland Woods
The Coniston fells

Saturday, 10 December 2011

Winter's icy grip

Grey clouds race across hills in swift departure,
As if to bolt from the cold Icelandic gales,
There are still a few green patches on the fell side,
Where Magpies forage around cattle's straw bales.

A skein of Geese head south for greener country,
For feeding in their barren homeland’s done’
To find a warmer place to spend the winter,
Where the temperature reaches a barmy minus one!

Like sculptured stalactites of glass and crystal,
Thick ice hangs from rocks around the falls,
Only freezing air will flow down here on this day,
Between the mountain brook’s grey stony walls.

A Buzzard finds some comfort on a carcass,
The victim of starvation on the slopes,
She’s joined by a Crow and several weakening Ravens,
These morsels at last bring some survival hopes.

Crossbills prize seeds from cones atop the Pine trees,
Their bills are perfect tools for this small chore,
Many seeds rain down to the damp leaf-litter,
To be gathered by Squirrels from the woodland floor.

The night draws in fast in this cold winter depression,
And seems to lasts an eternity when you’re cold,
For some birds there’ll be comfort as they huddle,
Though for many more their story has been told.

Before the dawn there’ll be an eerie magic,
What once was green will soon become pure white,
As day break reveals a different coloured carpet,
From the one that lay before the dreaded night.

Sunrise brings faint light to the misty morning,
Yet still won’t keep the deathly cold at bay,
Its lowering arc brings darkness ever nearer,
As creatures hope to survive another day.

A drink is hard to find when water freezes,
No food is to be seen above the snow,
Imminent death the only certain outcome,
Unless poor souls are fed and quenched once more.

Long bills cannot penetrate the hard crust on the surface,
To reach the worms below this frozen land,
So flocks of Curlew leave the barren high ground,
For the shore where they can probe the softer sand.


Wintering shore birds nervously keep a look out,
For danger always looms up in the sky,
As Peregrines watch for unsuspecting victims,
Then strike like missiles on any unobserving eye.

Hail and wind makes survival harsh and perilous,
And freezing fog drifts in on every tide,
But soon the days will lengthen and bring with them,
Colourful changes to our countryside.



Saturday, 13 August 2011

RISEN:

Wolfie is back from his exclusion,
When his P.T.S.D yields once more,
He Returns from some dark isolation,
Like a wrecked Sea-Dog reaching the shore.

Back from the desolate ocean,
He shakes salt, sweat and dirt from his clothes,
With a mind full of poetic notions,
He’s determination to open new doors.

No more is the fog in this haven,
New light is now reached by his soul,
His spirit soars high like a Raven,
And embraces new tranquil control.


Wednesday, 30 March 2011

Images of Spring - part 2

These photos were taken in the beautiful Rusland valley and Haybridge nature reserve.

Rusland Hights

Female Pheasant sitting on her eggs

Lungwort

Pink Lungwort

Lilac Primulars


Scarlet Elf-cup

Oposite-leaved Golden Saxifage


Daffodils in Rusland woods

Me and my Daffodils

Common Lizard

Haybridge


Wood Sorrel

Larch flower and cone

Lesser Celandine


Lesser Celandine

Thursday, 24 March 2011

Images of Spring - part 1

Spring is here and what a lovely time to get out and get snapping.

Daffodils


Primrose

Tortoiseshell Butterfly

Comma Butterfly


Coltsfoot

Stinging Nettle

Cuckoo Pint

Dogs Mercury

Alder catkins

Willow catkins


Lambs

Common Toad

Lilac Cowslip

Shining Cranesbill


Flowering Current

Forsythia

Priory wood, Ulverston.


Wood Anemone


Wood Anemone

Lesser Celandine

Common Dog Violet

Daffodils


Barren Strawberry


Daffodils


Ramsons

Ramsons in Priory Wood

Garlic Mustard