October 6th – A late return from Telford gave me another chance to shoot Walsall in the dark. The weather had been awful, and Walsall was largely cold, wet and deserted. Spotting this view from the ramp on Walsall Station, I couldn’t resist it. Station Street is still a little bit of ‘old’ Walsall; despite the pedestrianisation and new buildings, I imagine this is a lot like Walsall before the town planners wrecked it.
5th October – This one is far more serious. Recently, the Whitehouse junction in Aldridge was resurfaced an re designed. It’s now horrid to cycle across, and encourages the type of driver behaviour demonstrated above. The guy cuts me up, then stops his car, opens the door and shouts something abusive at me (I couldn’t hear what, due to the wind). I notice he didn’t seem to want to hang around and discuss the issue. All I did was shake my head and mutter.
EY52ANE – you’re dangerous. Please consider your behaviour and it’s effect on others, before you kill somebody.
5th October – There seemed to be a lot of dodgy driving today as I rode home from Darlaston. This one, at the Pleck Road Junction near the former Brown Lion pub, Walsall – although not terrible in itself, was somewhat annoying. Clearly the result of queuing across the junction. The lady driver giving me the finger as I cycled past was a particularly tasteful touch, I thought.
October 4th – Nice to see as I winched myself up Pipe Hill, that the milepost that stood by the site of the long-gone Royal Oak pub has been moved and restored. I love Staffordshire mileposts – this one, marking the parish boundary as well as distance – had been hidden in the undergrowth a short distance away for quite some time. I’m glad that Staffordshire County Council seem to appreciate the historical value of these marker monuments and are actively maintaining not just this one, but posts across the county. A real link with the past.
October 4th – I had to nip into Lichfield on my way home, and it was as I was heading out of town I noticed this shiny new bike chained to the Guildhall Railings. A Cotic ‘Road Rat’, it’s a bike with a fanatical following. A single speed with disc brakes, it’s made for urban riding, and I loved the shiny leather Brooks saddle. There’s an unusual design feature, though… Initially I thought the forks were backwards, but they’re clearly the right way round. The front disc brake is mounted on the opposite side to the usual one, which puts it on the front edge of the fork. Intriguing, but I can’t see a valid reason.
Nice bike, though, my compliments to the rider.
October 3rd – a few months ago, this was a field of fluorescent yellow oilseed rape bloom – then a field of drying seedpods and vegetation. It was left for a week as stubble, then ploughed, tilled and planted. This field at Stonnall, just off Mill Lane, is now bursting with regimented lines of clean, green shoots. I have no idea what the crop is, probably winter barley or wheat, but the clean, bright green reminds me that even in autumn, the factory floor of the countryside is still in production. No time to waste. I look forward to watching this crop grow.
October 3rd – This is summer’s last gasp for 2011. The air was warm, the sun was out. There was an evil wind, though, and the dying leaves had been stripped from the trees. I was a hard battle getting home, with a big old bastard of a westerly, but here at Little Aston Forge, it was still beautiful. Soon, this lane will be barren and dun-coloured again. The light will change and the nights will close in. Until then, I resolve to enjoy every minute, as long as it lasts, headwind or not.
October 2nd – I spun out to Hoar Cross, one of my favourite autumn rides. The church here – next to the hall, but otherwise detached from the village by a mile or more and a very large hill – was built as a memorial.
Built at the behest of the Late Lady Emily Charlotte Meynell-Ingram, the Church of the Holy Angels is a loving and devotional memorial to her late husband, killed while hunting. It stands high above the village overlooking the Needwood Valley, adjacent to Hoar Cross Hall, and it is said that one of the carved angels looking down from the beautifully decorated stonework is carved in the likeness of the unfortunate hunter. This church and grounds are a hidden gem and deserve a greater appreciation.
October 2nd – A bit grisly, this, but I feel it needs saying. Myxomatosis never really went away, but it seems to be sweeping through South Staffordshire again. This wild rabbit – spotted wandering helpless on a grass verge in Chorley, near Burntwood – is blinded by this dreadful rabbit plague. Introduced from Venezeula to Australia in the early 20th century to control the burgeoning rabbit population, this pernicious disease was accidentally imported to France by scientists. Soon it came to the UK. Causing blindness and tumours, it’s a horrid disease and a prolonged, hideous death. I’ve seen five or six bunnies in this state recently – this one so impaired that it was unaware I was a couple of feet away. I can’t bring myself to kill animals, but I hope foxes or the buzzards strike soon.
There is a light on the horizon. Studies show that the rabbit population – increasing, currently – is becoming gradually immune. Next time you see some agribusiness wonk on TV telling you that science is the solution to agriculture issues, remember this rabbit.
If you keep pet rabbits, take care if your garden backs onto open land, or where they may come into contact with their wild cousins.
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