May 2nd – Chasewater, deserted and peaceful with no traffic noise is magical.
Apart from us, not a soul was around to witness the beauty. Just us, and several thousand waterfowl. I love this place so very much.
A beautiful, uplifting experience.
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March 1st – Today was sunny, periodically, and when the sone shone (even though it tried to snow a couple of times) it was warm on my back and face. It didn’t rain, well not much anyway.
But what did happen was I found in the hedgerows of Home Farm at Ogley Hay fresh, bright green hawthorn leaves.
Yes, the hedgerows are starting to green up. This is excellent news.
Perhaps spring isn’t cancelled after all.
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December 29th – The sunset was gorgeous, but I and my companion were not in a good place to record it. A quick summit meeting and we raced to Chasewater and got there as the sundown was in it’s dying, deep pink phase, which made for some lovely long exposure photos.
I guess folk must be sick of seeing Chasewater here, but when it’s as beautiful as this I’ll never tire of it.
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December 28th – I called in a a friend’s house, who’s garden was done the whole hog for Christmas – but unlike the usual garish, flashing lights theirs were small, gentle and beautiful.
There is something unendingly charming about Christmas lights on spruce, and I can see why it has captivated generations.
It was nice to see something so pretty amidst all the garish flashing and glare elsewhere.
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November 13th – The day was better; better not just in the weather, but in the fact that I was back in Darlaston and not stuck in the hell of the local train service that seems lately to have staggered to a grim halt.
Victoria Park was showing well her autumn coat of many colours and was gorgeous in the late morning as I slid through it on an errand. Oh for the absence of rain, a little sun on my face and for the brightness of a dappled sky!
What has this autumn’s weather been so rotten?
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November 7th – A better day than the previous, but only really for being shorter, sadly. I had business in Chasetown so left work while it was still light and headed up there on the canal passing through Brownhills on the way.
It rained lightly most of the time. This weather is getting beyond a joke now.
Approaching the old steam mill at Ogley Hay, Brownhills, the view is lovely at the moment, even for the very poor weather and light. With the bracken and leaves turning, the hedgerows and woods are a beautiful mixture of burnt yellows and reds, with a smattering of green to boot.
The mill, of course, is now private flats and rather splendid; and it of course gave it’s name to the nearby Millfield school, which also backs onto the canal. One mystery, though: The former narrowboat the school had as an outdoor classroom – Tucana – seems to have been missing two or three weeks now.
It has no engine, so it must have been towed somewhere, to do something…
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October 19th – A puzzle. I found this flower growing from the brickwork at the canal edge in Walsall. It’s clearly day-like, but not a daisy. But it’s delicate and very, very lovely.
My curiosity was piqued by the colour. In the soft autumnal sunlight it appeared to be a very, very light purple or pink. But I can’t actually tell for sure.
Any ideas?
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October 17th – On the way to work, I stopped for a break in Victoria Park, Darlaston – the park curiously formed from a railway cutting abandoned in the 1930s.
It’s always beautiful here in Autumn and today, the trees were just shrugging on their seasonal jackets of gold.
Victoria park is a great example of how urban edge land with a peculiar topology can be repurposed into a beautiful and well loved place, that’s always restful and a real oasis in the heart of a busy town.
I’ll never tire of this place.
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October 16th – It’s not all grey and darkness, though – if you look carefully some flowers are still proudly hanging on on the edge lands and verges – the odd ragwort, bindweed, persistent daisies and oddly enough, plenty of purple clover.
There’s always something positive to be found if you look hard enough.
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October 15th – Near Brownhills Common, the colours are changing fast now with the full autumn gamut – from the bright yellow-green of shedding birches to the crimson reds and deep golds of more… Exotic shrubs and trees.
On a wet, grey morning they can really perk you up. A delight to the soul.
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