Tag: Pumpkin

#365daysofbiking Gimme shelter

March 11th – Going to work via a call in Aldridge on a wet day, I sheltered under Northywood Bridge near Stubbers Green.

It gave me an opportunity to study the boats in the yard nearby.

I noted the one closest to me – a handsome, large craft – was loaded with junk. Perhaps someone was clearing it out.

I couldn’t help but wonder if the halloween pumpkin was to ward off evil spirits deliberately, or was just where it happened to land…

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#365daysofbiking Bitter gourds:

November 7th – One of the odder recurring themes of this blog over the years has been the errant, discarded pumpkin. Whether is’s apparently forgotten in inner city Acocks Green,  cruelly cast aside on a country lane or just randomly left on a canal bank, I see more of these forlorn gourds abandoned than any other.

These otherwise untouched, whole specimens – that would have made a decent meal for several people (and it looks like a fox already had tried and got bored with one) were inexplicably lying around in Victoria Park, Darlaston.

#365daysofbiking A treat:

October 31st – Happy Halloween!

In The Butts, Walsall, a house decorated for the occasion. The more you look, the more you see. I particularly like the cat pumpkin.

I’m generally indifferent to this particular festivity, but this snatched shot on the way home captured the warmth beautifully.

October 26th – A snatched picture from a darkness errand to Stonnall on my way home – what smashing halloween pumpkins!

Sadly, one seems to have been split by the heat from the nightlight inside, but they were clearly well made – the large one is particularly excellent.

I’m not huge on halloween, to be honest, but I do love the inventiveness of it, particularly the carved gourds.

I spotted these near Sandhills and they genuinely made me smile!

November 1st – My gosh, November already? Where has the year gone?

Continuing a recurring yearly theme of discarded pumpkins I noted this sad, post-Halloween sight as I passed through King’s Hill mid day: a beautifully carved, huge pumpkin left out for rubbish by the Black Horse pub.

Someone worked hard on that, it’s very well done. Big pumpkin, too.

Bet that made a lot of soup…

October 30th – In Wall, I noticed these pumpkins for Halloween which cheered me up no end on a dull afternoon ride.

I love to see carved pumpkins – or swedes, like we did when I was a kid as we never saw anything as exotic as a pumpkin – and these brought a splash of colour to the quiet village.

Nice to see kids doing something creative. I hope they had pumpkin soup with the contents!

October 29th – Passing through Chasewater to Morrisons on an errand of mercy just after darkness fell, I passed the Chasewater Railway’s Halloween Ghost Train at Chasewater Heaths station. 

The train, full of families and excited kids, was in darkness and I bet it was great fun onboard. I’m always a bit sceptical of ‘scary’ events, but this looked very atmospheric, and a great idea – Chasewater is, after all, one of the darkest places around here at night.

The pumpkin was a nice touch too.

October 17th – Halloween seems to be getting bigger and more commercial every year, and this year, the hype has started particularly early.

It’s nice to see the popularity of pumpkins, though, as I adore the orange gourd, particularly as soup. In Lichfield, I loved the two carved ones on display at the greengrocers.

A nice touch that made me smile.

November 8th – What is it with this journal and stray pumpkins? This is the third in as many years, and this one has been carved. 

There I was, cycling around the bend in the canal opposite Tesco in Brownhills, and it was just there, wet and grinning at me.

I felt sorry for the grizzled gourd, so I recorded it for posterity.

December 22nd – It was a day of silly observations, really. I have no idea whatsoever why anyone would need to point out with some permanence where the roof to their stable was. But they did. Odd.

A couple of hours later, I spotted this stray, lost pumpkin, beside the London Road in Canwell. Unharmed but clearly aged, I have no idea how it got here; there are no shops or even houses nearby. What’s even more troubling is it isn’t the first such vagrant gourd I’ve featured on the blog, there was the one I found in Acocks Green…

Some days are just bloody weird.