Author: BrownhillsBob

I told the truth - but told it bent. Wandering around bemused and ranty since 2007.

May 14th – Binary Wharf is an oddly named canalside housing development in Walsall Wood. Named after the former home of a computer software company it replaced – Binary House – it’s architecturally quite interesting, with a varied roofline and an odd mix of levels. I was terribly disappointed when it opened that the numbering system was decimal, the only correct numbers to use would should have been 000,001,010,011… Oh, to live at 101, Binary Wharf…

May 14th – A hop out to get some essentials saw me caught in a downpour. Mooching around the canal, I noticed that the remainder of the old railway bridge at the canalside on Clayhanger Common was slowly being reclaimed by nature. Nothing more than the steady hydraulic pressure of organic growth is splitting apart the brickwork and reminding us that nature is really in charge, and it’s got all the time in the world.

May 13th – the flowering of Vetch – the wildflower so common in meadows, in heath grasslands and verges is one of the signs of summer. There are several varieties in the UK, and the most familiar is the yellow and deep crimson variety that grows flat in lawns, often too low for the lawnmower to cut. As kids, we called this ‘Egg and Bacon’. 

This example, spurred on by the recent showers, was proliferating near the bypass bridge at Chasewater Heaths.

May 13th – Finally break the longstanding deer deficit. At the rear of the old Rising Sun Inn, on Brownhills common, I come upon this old doe. I scared her, actually, coming around a blind spot in the track. Clattering feet, snapping saplings, she headed for the thicket where she glared at me, my infernal bike, and chewed solidly.

She looks a bit mad, actually. Since that heron, all the wildlife I see seems to have a vague look of mental instability. Is it a sign of something?

May 12th – not a half mile away, on the Canal Bank near Bentley Bridge cemetery, the rushes are in flower. These vivid yellow water blooms will continue for some weeks, complementing the colour provided by water lilies and other canal bank wildflowers such as orchids. This is the reality of urban wildlife; hidden, often unknown and strikingly beautiful. Get out there and enjoy it.

May 11th – on the way home, I took the long way and cycled up to Springhill along the quiet, leafy Whitacre Lane. Here viewed from the A461 Lichfield Road, Whitacre Farm nestles on the Stonnall side of the hill.

Sadly, it’s a farm no longer; converted into luxury homes some years ago, I remember the soft fruit farm that existed here in the eighties. The large, imposing, blue-brick barn is now a handsome house, yet as a kid, I parked my bike in there while I picked gooseberries. If I did that now, it would be in somebody’s lounge…

May 11th – this morning found me in Telford, early. I find the new town to be a generally unfocussed, soulless place, with no real centre. What it does have, however, is a remarkable quantity of off-road cycle paths. This one crosses the motorway to Priorslee. This network is wonderful – shame it’s almost totally unmapped and not serving a nicer place.

May 10th – Hopping on to the canal for the last leg home, I cycled past the new pond behind the big house in Clayhanger. This now wooded, verdant pool was, only 30 years ago, a spoil heap which towered above the canal bank I’m stood on, and before that a brickworks. It’s hard to conceive that such a green, wildlife rich haven could have sprung from such infertile, polluted, post industrial land.