Thursday teatime: arr. Park Manor Hotel, Scarborough. Sea visible to the east, Peasholme Park to the south. Friday: light and shade on Jugger Howe Moor On to Robin Hoods Bay … … then Whitby Grey-skied and windy in Scarborough, Saturday … Read More »
January 5, 2022 provided perfect conditions at Attenborough Nature Reserve. After a spell of warm and wet, the fifth day of the year saw temperatures drop – and lashings of sunshine. The birds were out in force. No excuse, then, … Read More »
Yesterday was one of those days of dramatic change: skies almost black one minute, beatifically lit up the next. I’d been doing a spot of DIY for a stepdaughter in Derby, and was on my way to get the bus … Read More »
It almost looks like summer for these tufted ducks, behind Attenborough Cricket Club. Or early autumn. But the world is dusted with snow. And there’s ice on the water. Though the birds are out in force, … Read More »
Sunday afternoon with the woofers, on the River Soar around Kegworth and Sutton Bonington. We leave the tiny car park due east of Kegworth on the far side of the eighteenth century bridge over the Soar. We have to cross … Read More »
My route yesterday, the loop taken anti-clockwise Not my normal route. Usually I walk from steel city house by way of Attenborough Cricket Club. Instead I took the Skylink to Chilwell Retail Park, then hiked down the lane to the … Read More »
On Saturday an old friend visited for the first time. She had with her the youngest grandson, thirteen and a promising photographer. No guest at steel city house escapes the mandatory safari in Attenborough. The best of the light came … Read More »
Does this place look familiar? Right down to the concrete fence post, cracked and crooked? Then I guess you read my post, earlier this month, King’s Bromley to Sawley by slow boat, one of whose early images was this: Both … Read More »
Wednesday: day two: 07:15. The weir comes as an unpleasant surprise. I overnighted on Branston Golf Course, a mile upstream of Burton, to arise at six. Sleeping and bivvy bags rolled up and stowed, my scan of parched grass – … Read More »
This used to be a two hour hike from my door at Hunters Bar, Sheffield: the walk itself a delight known as the Porter Valley. Now it’s seventy minutes up the M1. Worth it though. This morning I was on … Read More »