Tag: Clayhanger

April 2nd – Elsewhere around Clayhanger and Brownhills on this golden afternoon, momma swan was still giving me the evil eye from her nest on the canalside by the Watermead estate, but she did pause to stand and turn her eggs. The crested grebe still seems happy pottering on the canal near Walsall Wood, and continuing the mad, unsynchronised spring Spanish bluebells are flowering in a hedgerow at Clayhanger Common.

Spring is well underway, it’s warming up at last and everything is starting. Fantastic!

April 1st – This spring is a bit mad, for sure. Spotted on Clayhanger Common, this solitary cowslip is in healthy bloom. My favourite flowers, they’re normally far later than this.

Perhaps this one couldn’t wait. Whatever the reason, it’s too good to see my little yellow friends back on the scene.

March 30th – I stopped to take a look at the new pond at Clayhanger, which to my surprise, still looks very wintery. It was  far too wet to go down to the water or ride round, and from my vantage point I couldn’t see if the swans were nesting on the island this year.

There were signs of spring, however, in the track adjacent which was of course the line of the mineral railway that served Walsall Wood Colliery. The hedgerows and scrubs forming a woodland tunnel were looking fresh with a smattering of emerald green, fresh growth for the season ahead.

It’s hard to imagine that this time three years ago in 2013, there was still thick snow on the ground – in places several feet deep – that would last for a week or more.

March 30th – A better day all round – and as if to cement that, fruit blossom on Clayhanger Common. I believe this to be the flower of wild plum, which were growing in this spot for the past few years. The flowers are beautiful, and gladdened my heart on my journey to Walsall Wood on an errand. 

The towpaths were drying out, geese and ducks honked joyfully on the canal and everything seemed just a tad warmer. 

I often say ‘tomorrow’s another day’ and so it was. From the low finish of Tuesday into a brighter day.

March 24th – I keep seeing this fellow about the canal recently. I’m assuming it’s the same bird – I’ve seen him up by Newtown in Brownhills, and today by Clayhanger Bridge at the rear of the Maybrook Industrial Estate. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a crested grebe on the canal before. 

I suppose there’s no reason why not, but I do wonder why these delightful birds – common at Chasewater – are not seen on the canals much if at all.

A mystery.

March 9th – The spring imperative seems to be afoot again – reports of frogspawn locally, and the Canada geese seem to be pairing up again, all the better to mug passing cyclists for treats.

I’m sure we see the same two on the the canal between Catshill Junction and the Black Cock Bridge every year. They are used to being obstructive and noisy until paid off with a tidbit.

I do love these rowdy, uncouth characters. It’s good to have them back!

february 24th – Another interesting thing about spring is the colours of the dusk. Tonight, quick shots as I rode home; a gentle indigo in Birchills, soft orange in Pleck and deep, deep blue at Clayhanger.

Winter feels nearly through now. I’m really enjoying the outdoors again. This is what I’ve missed. Light, air and colour.

January 21st – I returned to the scene of previous photographic crimes to try an experiment. I set the camera down on the Clayhanger canal overflow brickwork, set it on a 15 second exposure, then used my bike light on brightest setting to slowly light up the scene.

It worked well – a trick I’d scene drain explorers using – but sadly it highlighted all the detritus sitting on the melting ice layer on the canal surface.

I think this merits further experimentation.

January 7th – The canal is still chewy, to say the least, particularly after another day’s heavy rain. But the overflow at Clayhanger was flowing well and made a reasonable photo, again in the bike light.

Also, at Catshill Junction, now the leaves are off the scrub, the lights of the new Courtyard development compliment Humphries House well.

Let’s hope there’s some real winter rolling in now…