The holy place of Edwin and Rufford Abbey Country Park


In 633 A.D. King Edwin marched south to fight King Penda of Mercia. Edwin was killed in the ensuing battle, which took place near Edwinstowe at a small hamlet called Cuckney. To prevent his body falling into enemy hands, King Edwin's friends buried it secretly in a clearing in Sherwood Forest, intending to return later to give him a proper burial. When they eventually returned, his followers discovered that people were now calling him Saint Edwin, so they built a small wooden chapel on the spot and installed a priest. So began Edwinstowe - "the holy place of Edwin.". It is also  reported to be the home of the legendary Robin Hood. 

Interesting stuff but the only reason me and Sal returned was to sample the fare at the local Forest Lodge Hotel. We had been to this lovely homely pub at the back end of last year but had arrived too late for lunch and too early for dinner so we vowed we would come back to try it's food and we certainly weren't let down. My honey glazed Yorkshire ham and eggs were beautiful as was Sal's barbecue chicken baguette. Proper chips as well which is always a bonus.The only downside to the meal was that some thieving piglit kept dunking her chips in the yolk of my eggs!!

On consulting the road map after our meal, we decided that the sat nav wouldn't be needed to get to Rufford Park as we had been before albeit from a different direction. This turned out to be a big mistake because at the end of the country lane coming out of Edwinstowe we convinced ourselves to turn left instead of right, totally unaware that Rufford Park was only a couple of hundred yards to our right! We eventually pulled in and set the sat nav which was a right performance in itself and we were then back on the right track.

Rufford Abbey Park is set in 150 acres of beautiful woodland and gardens and also has the usual craft centre, tat shop and tearooms. The grounds are filled with many interesting sculptures and curios but as usual we didn't really have enough time to do it all justice. Our days out together just seem to fly by unfortunately.

The park once formed part of a 12th century Cistercian abbey and its estate. After the Dissolution of the Monasteries in 1536, the land and buildings began a slow transformation into a country house estate which at one time comprised of some 18,500 acres. However it fell into decline with a lot of the land being sold off and in 1952 the Abbey and 150 acres of its grounds was bought by Nottinghamshire County Council.

We explored the Abbey and its grounds taking lots of photographs before heading to the Craft Centre, which was followed by the tat shop and then we sat outside the coffee shop with a cappuccino each. We still had an hour left before the park closed so we had a walk by the Lake in the late afternoon sun in the company of finches, tits, wagtails, robins, ducks, geese and swans and a couple of squirrels. It was a lovely way to end our afternoon in the park.

No trip to these parts would be complete without stopping in Sherwood Forest to see the Major Oak. This was the only part of our day where the weather let us down but it was only a short sharp shower and then the sun was out again. I had a chance to show off my bird call prowess; identifying the call of the woodpecker when it's not pecking!! Sal was most impressed but only after she had checked it out once she got home.

A call in the local Parish Oven Inn followed by a natter with Sal's parents and a tussle with the Grotbag ended a "grand day out" perfectly. Thank you Sal :)

Din dins :)

Sun dial in the Rose garden

Sal says "hello"

Rufford Abbey ruins

Rufford Country Park

Rufford Country Park

Gargoyle Rufford Abbey

Sal incarcerated

Abbey windows

Heart Sculpture

Sculpture in Country Park

How does this work?

Rufford Abbey

Rufford Country Park

Rufford Abbey and Country Park

LET ME OUT!

Coniston


Me, Chris and Dave recently had a trip down to Coniston Water as Chris wanted to go on an "electric" boat. Unfortunately her luck was out as it was out of season so had to board a "non-electric" launch down to Torver instead. The weather was beautiful with clear blue skies all round so the walk back along the lake shore was a pure joy.

We had an amusing interlude at Coniston Hall where the local farmer was attempting to round up his sheep but was having very little success. Instead of them going into the pen as intended, they continually evaded or broke free from both him and his sheep dogs. I don't really think he saw the funny side of things and his sheepdogs certainly didn't judging by his constant bellowing of obscenities towards them. Still we had a good chuckle as we watched the proceedings unfold.

He was still trying as we headed off towards Coniston desperately seeking out an ice cream shop. We tried the Coniston Fudge Shop who didn't sell ice cream but did sell fudge and Chris, unfortunately for Dave, fell foul of the assistant's sales pitch and came out carrying three bars of fudge.We decided on a pint instead just to calm Dave's shattered nerves.

We popped up the hill to The Sun Inn at the foot of the Old Man and had a couple of beautiful pints of Lowswater Gold whilst sitting outside in the beer garden. I can't recall being able to do that this early in the year before.

Sitting out there brought back some lovely memories of last summer when I came across to Coniston to see Sal. We always called into the Sun after out days out and had a quiet final drink here in the late evening sunshine. Happy times.


Coniston launch

The Gondola and The Old Man

Sal's camp site

Brantwood

Woods at Torver

Coniston Water from Torver

Woods near Torver

Coniston lakeshore path

Coniston Old Man

Coniston Hall Farm

Sheep gathering

Miners cottages, Coniston

Beer Garden with a view

Magnolia, Sun Inn

Magnolia, Sun Inn

'funkiest town in Britain'



Hebden Bridge was recently termed the 'funkiest town in Britain' by an article in a magazine and who am I to argue. It always sems friendly enough and certainly has an eclectic mix of people. One thing I do know is that in no other town have I ever seen a Bill Bailey lookalike wandering about with full beard and wearing a pink mini-skirt with matching black leggings and top plus high-heeled shoes. I'm told he is a local character plus he didn't seem to be turning many heads so I presume this is the case.

Anyway my visit wasn't to catch sight of the local drag queen but to pass away a couple of hours by having a walk along the Rochdale Canal. I was going up to the Lakes the following day so didn't really want to travel far and Hebden Bridge isg only about ten miles away as the crow flies.

It's hard to get excited when writing a blog about a canal because by nature they are flat and more or less straight and run through industrial areas but there was plenty of interesting things to photograph and see on my short walk. One interesting place was the Alternative Technology Centre and in particular the Cycle Recycle workshop. Here they take old bikes, parts and accessories and re-cycle them making new or re-furbished models.

I've later learned that I turned around just before reaching the Stubbing Wharfe pub which has a reputation for serving some excellent real ales. The pub was also featured in a poem by Poet Laureate Ted Hughes who had a rather eventful and tragic life and was born a few miles away in Mytholmroyd.

Before setting off back I did call in at one of the local hostelries, the White Lion for a pint. It had just been refurbished and was lovely inside but, come on, £3.50p is a bloody lot to pay for a pint even if it is Moorhouses!! 

It just goes to prove that being funky comes at a price.

Rochdale Canal

Rochdale Canal

Rochdale Canal

Rochdale Canal

Camellias

Rochdale Canal

Colourful barge

Feminism

A deranged mind!

Rochdale Canal

35 miles to go

Mighty Quinn

Ship's cat

Canal Reflection






An inhospitable landscape


This is a series of photos I took coming over the high road from Kirkby Stephen in Cumbria to Keld in Swaledale. It is probably the bleakest road I have been on and I certainly wouldn't like to break down on it. Today the weather was benign and quite pleasant even though there was a cold nip in the air but I have traveled across it in all kinds of weather; mist, rain, gales, the lot! Even the Pennine Way refuses to cross it and, once it has been over Great Shunner Fell, descends into the safety of Swaledale instead of sticking to this high inhospitable ground. I did spend a lot of time sat in the car waiting for the sun to break through the fast moving clouds but the curlews and skylarks kept me company..

 I did made a few friends on my journey as well. The local sheep thought I must have been the farmer bringing their feed and flocked to greet me when I got out of the car to take a photo. They were most bemused and a tad pissed off when they realised I had nothing for them.

I imagine I could travel this road another dozen times before I get light and weather like this so make the most of these photos, they could become collectors items!!


Distant High Pike Hill


Sheiling, Birkdale Common


Looking towards High Seat


Birkdale Common


A case of mistaken identity 1


A case of mistaken identity 2


A case of mistaken identity 3


High Seat and Birkdale Common


Looking back to High Pike Hill


Birkdale Common


Back of Mallerstang Common


Back of Mallerstang Common


Birkdale Common


Birkdale Common with Gt Shunner Fell behind.


Birkdale Common with Gt Shunner Fell behind.

Tarn Hows

Tarn Hows, which is a man made lake, was developed from three smaller tarns - which were known as High Tarn, Low Tarn and Middle Tarn. The s...