March 15th – Heading home from the station after a long afternoon legal meeting in Birmingham, in order to mitigate a rather evil wind, I took to the back lanes.
On my way, I passed this wonderful sight, which catches me by surprise every spring.
They must have been planted by some wonderful individual as they go in colour bands.
A beautiful thing.
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March 13th – I’m trying to not work such long hours, and leave work a little earlier.
This meant a commute home in daylight, and so I took the canal from the Black Cock Bridge to Anchor Bridge, which was remarkably wet and muddy.
Catching the sunset over Catshill Junction though made the journey home battling with hostile crosswinds worthwhile.
Hope the wind abates soon.
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March 10th – Despite the generally rather dry winter, Chasewater continues to fill after the rain of the last few weeks, and the slow rise is evident at the Nine-Foot pool.
Elsewhere on the lake, there were no watersports and next to nobody around, and the fierce, indefatigable wind kept all by the hardy away. But for all that the light was beautiful and the air at least made me feel a bit better.
I look forward to calmer, warmer weather.
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March 10th – Some days you look at the photos you’ve taken and wonder if the camera experienced the same thing you did. Today was that kind of day.
I slipped out mid afternoon. I had things to check up on. I felt rough, I needed the air. But it was bitterly cold, had periodically been snowing, and there was a very wolfish wind that punished for any open zip or gap in clothing.
The towpaths and trails were muddy and wet, but I headed for the common anyway, and found it looking good. The heathland management is still going on here and the latest effort has been using and excavator to pull pack the grass in small squares all over the common.
This will help small, fragile plants take a hold and also give bugs and other small creatures access to fresh earth.
Looking at the pictures, I notice how blue the sky looks and how serene it appears. It was really rather unpleasant. My camera is lying.
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March 1st – A dreadful day with high winds and rain.
Coming home at dusk, I just caught the remainder of a sunset over the canal at Walsall Wood.
Sometimes, even the horrible days have a decent sunset.
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February 27th – This time of year one view that always snags my attention is that of the cellphone transmission mast at Kings Hill with a sunset behind it.
Tonight it looked particularly fine.
I always admire radio masts and installations – like pylons, always the minimum necessary to support their load, but rarely inelegant. They stand solid, conversing in energies undetectable to human senses, buzzing with commerce and electrical energy, but otherwise silently exchanging data with the atmosphere.
Hardly anyone notices them, but they a a huge necessity of the modern age, and they fascinate me.
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February 27th – I’m sorry to bang on about this, but Kings Hill Park in Darlaston is getting more magnificent by the day.
Alive now with a veritable carpet of spring flowers, it’s a beautiful little spring oasis, and I love it so much.
On a side note, I spotted that the flat where I think the old cat Sam lived has been vacated, and was being refurbished. I spent a lot of last summer admiring that king of Kings Hill. In this sunny weather, I’ve not seen the puss about at all.
I hope I’m wrong and he’s made it to another Kings Hill Summer: If not, I hope he’s gone somewhere where there’s a sunny garden with comfy shady spots, passers by to talk to him and a world to watch go by.
I hope you haven’t left me old lad, but if you have, I’ll miss you so. Sweet dreams, puss. Sweet dreams.
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February 25th – On the cycleway at Telford, the blossom I spotted last week was now fully out, and absolutely gorgeous.
Remember, it’s still just February. This is astounding.
I’m told its cherry plum. It’s absolutely stunning.
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February 24th – The good weather continues, and so does the need to be out in it.
I’ve barely been to Middleton hall this winter, so it was time to rectify that – so a journey out via Stonnall and Carroway Head was a delight – then up past Kingsbury to Picadilly and the mining memorial, then Wood End, Dordon, Polesworth, Alvecote and home through Tamworth and Weeford.
I’ve seen this weather described in the last few days as a ‘fool’s spring’ – I may be a fool but this has been absolutely glorious.
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February 22nd – I just new the sunset was going to be good – so with an errand to run in Chasetown, I hopped up to Chasewater, the better to catch it.
I wasn’t disappointed.
I love the deep blue skies we get at dusk at this time of year, and catching the golden light over the dam was a real treat.
This early spring is really refreshing this year. I hope it doesn’t;t come to an abrupt end…
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