Curly's Capers

"E by Gum; It's Reet Good.

2012-02-13T03:24:00.000-08:00

After good news about nether regions; bit of a curved ball thrown when Matron told me I had a touch of the diabolics and thus had to cut back on the Tate and Lyle and change from Captain Morgan to Earl Grey. Bit of body blow, as only sweeteners I use, concern planning applications.

But moving on, have instructed Baxter to take stock of the cellar and once completed auction off the best lots.

With the money raised, consider investing in original art.

With that in mind, asked Baxter to drive me to London to The Royal Academy to view the new David Hockney exhibition: " A Bigger Picture. "

Being a member of the Royal Academy able to walk into members' room and obtain entry tickets, without the need for queuing in the bitterly cold weather. Good show.

Hockney's recent work, concerned landscapes from East Yorkshire and in particular the Woldgate Woods. The brightly coloured canvasses, often pieced together to form " A Bigger Picture " showed the trees through the seasons. I thought how well they would hang in The Manse, bringing much needed light to our ancient walls.

I was, however disappointed with the complete lack of wildfowl in the scenes depicted; not a rising pheasant to be seen anywhere, poor sport indeed.

Baxter was taken with the large video wall, using eight different cameras to mark the seasons of the trees. He also mentioned some presumably Irish drawings ( Ipaddy ) of which Baxter thought very highly indeed.

So there we are. Perhaps in the future, Hockney investments may be made, time will tell.

To finish on another tale of personal woe; one of my front teeth became loose and had to extracted by my dentist, who then replaced the tooth with a temporary bridge. A permanent one made of porcelain will be fitted later.

Well I've got to say, I've often pointed at the porcelain, but never thought I'd be wearing some in my mouth!

WC

Editor's note: Photos. 1 In front of the RA 2 Ice on the lake in St. James's Park London.

Snowdrop Serenade: The Grey

2012-02-03T11:49:00.000-08:00

The Songs I Had

"The songs I had are withered

Or vanished clean

Yet there are bright tracks

Where I have been,

And there grow flowers

For others' delight.

Think well, O singer

Soon comes night. "

Ivor Gurney (1890- 1937 )

Poem first published 1954.

This poignant short poem, reminds us of flowers that grow 'For others' delight; ' including I am sure Mr. Gurney would agree, the humble snowdrop.

So it was on Thursday (2/2 ), that D and I made our way to the Sherborne Estate, now managed by the National Trust, in order to view this season's crop.

They seemed in short supply; but then I remembered that oftentimes, these sturdy chaps generally dislike cultivation and continue to thrive in places where they want to; in the case of Sherborne quietly amongst the trees.

Enjoy the February selection.

For a further few words on snowdrops please click here: Snow appeal

Well, it does seem as if the Wolf Winter is upon us. It's snowing in Barcelona, and getting desperate in Eastern Europe; where Russia is experiencing its worst cold spell for 30 years. Let us hope that, here in the UK, we only have a weekend taster and regain rising temperatures next week; although I notice that Cheltenham Town's home game with AFC Wimbleldon has already been called off ( what do they know?)
So wishing that you all keep warm and comfortable during the days to come and not end up like those in the film "The Grey ", who after crash-landing in Alaska had the wilderness to survive and whose suffering, we as a family watched last Tuesday (31/1) Phew! grey

Bye,

Ck.

Up and Down and Overview: Major Digest

2012-01-27T11:10:00.000-08:00

This is the view looking down upon Foxcote.

D. and I revisited this village last Saturday (21/1) , in order to 'tie-up' a little chain in our Gloucestershire Way walk.

As before, we parked near the Kilkenny Pub and made our way down the steep lane into Foxcote.
This time we turned right, following a green and also yellow GL sign into a farmyard, went past some stables and onto a path which bisected two enclosed fields, on which horses and ponies could be seen.

This uphill path terminated at a stile and then proceeded left into a small wooded area.

Coming out of this bushy region, we arrived into a large sloping field, which we crossed upwards in a diagonal fashion, to meet our target, namely the grove of maple and lime trees; from where I had concluded our jaunt the week before.

Here is a shot to remind you of the trees.

Here is a further shot, 200 yards down the path, where a marker leads you back across the field that I described above. You can see the wooded area in the distance.

We concluded our short, but satisfying stroll, by continuing on this maple bridlepath, passing later, some farm buildings and then finally turning right to arrive, once more on the lane; where a left turn allowed us to walk back up the hill and regain our car.

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Last Thursday (26/1), D and I made our way, in the car to Painswick Beacon.

It was a cold, windy day; but luckily for us the sun was out and after gaining the trig point, by walking up from the adjacent golf course; I was able to take these two views of the surrounding countryside, until the cold air beat me from this summit.

February, usually brings some surprises, so watch out, for perhaps, a cold spell next week.

For the latest news from the Major please click here: Digest

Ck.

A Royal Dicky: Going Dahn The Way

2012-01-22T05:27:00.000-08:00

Her Majesty's Nanny

Now that Britannia is completely brown bread,
I fink she should get another one, instead.

In order to start the savings trend,
She should get on the dog and phone a friend.

Preferably to someone living oily and hot,
who can reach in his sky and send 'er a pot.

She don't want all 'em pressies absolutely no way,
so germans on the keys and flog 'em on E-Bay.

Open up all yer drums dear Queenie please,
and charge all 'em punters a load of bees.

Strike a new stamp with your boat in mournful despair,
over a picture of Royals queueing up for Ryanair.

With all this duckin' and divin' and other Easter schemes,
we'll soon 'ave you dear Lizzie in a nanny of your dreams.

Ck 20/01/2012.

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With sincere apologies to Cockneys everywhere.

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The 'trouble' (sorry) D. and I have been tidying up some 'loose ends' on the Gloucestershire Way. Last Sunday (15/1) we parked at the Barrow Wake Viewpoint viewpoint and walked down a short path onto the main Cirencester road, which we carefully crossed.
We then walked along the grass verge, until we were almost opposite the 'Air Balloon ' Pub.

At this point, you might well ask, why didn't you park in the pub car park and then on your return pop in for a drink? I need to point the finger by explaining that the AB was charging to park a car there.
A little bit below the belt, you will agree and an act that cost them our custom.
The Way then continued up a path into a small wooded area known as Emma's Grove.

Its name is derived from the ancient Bronze Age Barrows found nearby Emma .

We were soon out into the sunshine again, the route taking us in a straight line across two meadows, until we espied the Rushwood Kennels again; being our end-point on our walk from Upper Coberley.
This meant that on this section of the Gloucestershire Way, we had now walked from Crickley Hill to the edge of Foxcote, via Coberley and Upper Coberley.

Having reached the Kennels, we returned back to Barrow Wake and our car.

The picture above shows the stile and the outskirts of Emma's Grove.
Such a peaceful scene just a couple of hundred yards from that busy road.

Last Tuesday (17/1), we parked the car near The Kilkenny Inn (now for sale) and made our way down a steep lane to Foxcote Village.
Reaching the village we turned left into a cul de sac, which led us to a green Gloucestershire Way sign leading us in a straight direction parallel to the main road on our left.

This was the sight that greeted us at the first stile.

We were clearly going to be travelling Sow, Sow, West (ho! ho! )

W continued over another fence into a further field, crossed a road, to a headland path alongside Shipton Oliffe Golf Course on our right.

The route then emerged on to an old green way, which eventually took us to a junction, giving site of the Frogmill Inn, in the distance and our terminus for the day.

Sorry to end on a carp; but yes, we did originally park in the spacious car park of the newly refurbished Frogmill Inn; only to find on a rather small board, a warning that clamping was being operated for non-hotel vehicles. A shake of the fist necessary, I think.

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Just In Case: Dicky (bird ) = word Nanny ( goat ) = boat
Brown
( bread ) = dead

Dog ( bone ) = phone Sky ( rocket ) = pocket Germans ( bands ) = hands

Drum ( bass ) = place Bees ( honey ) = money
Boat
( race ) = face

Easter ( bunny ) = money.

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So I'll write to you next week when I do the walk ( jog) = blog.

Enjoy the last week of January; but watch out for the winds.

Ck.

Pleasure Principle: From Cobbles

2012-01-15T08:11:00.000-08:00

Pleasure Principle

Pub

Lunchtime peace.

Pint

Crisp winter hops.

Park

Sun drenched trees.

Purchase

Concession for age.

People

Human warmth.

Performance

Doughty warriors,

( win 2 - 0 )

Promotion

Daytime believer.

Perfection

A warm homeward glow.

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"Now Then, Now Then, Now Then" , as The Late great Jimmy Saville, would say; " how's about we get off down the Way? ".

So it was, that last Tuesday (10/1) D. and I parked the car in Upper Coberley and made our way by means of a right handed pathway walking up the edge of a ploughed field. We noticed power lines, strung through pylons, close by and after skirting a woodland, we proceeded along a bridleway and saw a posse (choose your own collective noun) of pylons.

We had arrived at Needlehole, an abandoned village site; for what reason I know not.
This was the only location, I could find, which supported the claim.

The Gloucestershire Way continued along the bridleway, which became a lane and began to ascend towards woodlands.

The lane, curving left, as in the picture above, came out from Needlehole, met a road and climbed steeply uphill.

We began to tire and after a short while, stopped by the roadside for a coffee break. Then, we made the best decision of our walk, for rather than start the return journey, we continued upwards and in only about 250 yards we saw a sign on the right which led over a stile into a downward facing meadow; offering this magnificent vista before us.

For a January day, this was exceptional weather; the sky was bright blue, affording great visibility, with no wind to expose us to a chill. Perfection in a view.
Here is a short video to give you more of this panorama.

After this, I walked down the slope, to a gate, where the Way went on its way through a grove of maple trees, to reach eventually the village of Foxcote. This gate was our end-point for the day.

Having 'drunk' in the view, we returned contently to our car.

The past two mornings I have noticed 'Frost on Noodles' and clearly temperatures are slowly going south.
So enjoy the week ahead, but wrap up in case.
Ck.

On The Way Again: Well Done Lads

2012-01-06T08:23:00.000-08:00

Parked again in Coberley and walked to the Church. Turned left just past Coberley Court and onto the marked pathway for 'The Gloucestershire Way.'

At this juncture, I must point the finger at those who constructed the stile to gain access to this path.
Its steps are pitched too high and therefore not friendly to the walker.
But once over this obstacle, the route passes the church and in an adjacent paddock I saw this rather mournful looking pony.

The route then passes through a gate into a large field. I must, at this time mention one salient fact; I had forgotten my course guide and although, I thought I had an understanding of the way; it was at this point that I made an error, having no advice to turn to, D. and I should have turned left and made our way up the field, but, with no visible signing to guide us, we continued across the field on a clearly defined path.

The weather was clear and sunny and our walk took us through pleasantly level pastures. Eventually we saw in the left hand corner of a field a stile, which led us out onto the Cheltenham to Cirencester road.
Looking opposite, I saw a lane with a post pointing to Upper Coberley. This, I remembered was the next port of call on our route and so we crossed the road and made our way for a good half mile up the steadily climbing lane.

It was, when we reached the first signs of Upper Coberley village, that we saw on our left a bridleway leading back diagonally into a copse of trees, with a Gloucestershire Way sign pointing that way.
Then was the way, we should have come. We resolved on our return journey to walk this bridleway.
We walked into the village looking for directions onwards. We noticed a path on our right which climbed upwards. We were due for a coffee break, so we decided to take the path. I'm very glad that we did for it afforded lovely views over the valley. Here is a video that I took, which I hope gives you an impression of the scene below us.

After our coffee and sandwiches, we started on the return journey.

Here, are two pictures of the woodland, that we descended as we walked the bridleway.

The ground was muddy and slippery and I was glad for the support of my walking pole.

After this short section, the bridleway open up to reveal a large ploughed field, with the path in the centre. It was good to be walking in such an open space, with the sun shining down upon us.

The above picture, looks back towards the copse.

At the end of this bridleway was a stile in a fence, which led us onto the Cheltenham to Cirencester road again; but this time we were opposite a stile with a Gloucestershire Way sign pointing into the field that we should have turned left at that first gate on our journey outwards.

But it didn't really matter, for our navigational mistake had given us a good circular walk in excellent conditions, saving some mud on our boots.

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The two football teams, I support : Newcastle United ( The Magpies ) and Cheltenham Town ( The Robins) are both in fine form. Last week, Newcastle defeated Manchester United 3- 0 at home for the ffirst time in over ten years; surely a cause for celebration. They continued in great style with a FA Cup

win yesterday (7/1/'12) over Blackburn Rovers, who had previouly knocked the Magpies out of the Carling League Cup. Revenge, as ever, a sweet thing.

Cheltenham are second in League 2, having amassed an amazing 49 points. Being an eternal pessimist, I can confirm this total will make relegation very difficult indeed!

Here is a picture of the Robins in a Boxing Day match defending against Shrewsbury.

It was an exciting match with two evenly matched teams. The result was 0 - 0; a good point for the Robins.
Yesterday Cheltenham went to play "Spurs at White Hart Lane in the FA Cup. They lost 3 - 0, but gave a very good account of themselves, in front of a crowd of 35, 653; the largest ever to see the Robins play.
They took 5,000 fans to London.
Here are a couple of tweets from them, giving you a flavour of their experiences.
" I will remember today for the rest of my life! So proud to be a fan. "
" The Robins played well today but Spurs were just too good. Great day for the players and the fans. "

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Enjoy the week ahead. Let's hope it stays bright and mild.

Ciao4now

Ck.

PS. if you want to read the Major's experience of the Nationl Health click here Health Matters

A Little Sparkle: On The Road Again

2012-01-01T04:48:00.000-08:00

You know it only seems like yesterday, that we were in 2011; well actually---

So I thought I'd start the year with a little sparkle; especially as I am rarely a nocturnal animal and this may well be the latest I'm seen out this year.
After the fizz, we finished the early morning with hot chocolate and marshmallows, very civilised indeed.
My predictions for the year? uneven with a few highs; some lows, but mostly flat.

I trust it will pan out more exciting than disappointing for you all. My fellow tweeeter gives this almost Delphic pronouncement: " This Year ('12 ) will be harder than last year. It will, however be easier than next year." We shall see.

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D and I have made further progress along The Gloucestershire Way . On the 22/12 we parked again at the War Memorial Salperton and this time walked back along the road towards the tiny hamlet of Hampen.

We followed the road for about a quarter of a mile, until we reached a crossroads. We walked straight across to a bridleway, which led down a muddy track, to a metalled lane and thence to Hampen; which is described accurately as a secluded hamlet.

As, you will notice, it looks well presented and almost manicured.

Near this photograph, was our end-spot for the day.

We look forward, when better conditions prevail to be walking up from the fields below to the stile and thus completing another section of the route.

On 29/12, we embarked at another starting point, namely Coberley village. From the village we made our way down some steps, across the baby River Churn and then upwards through a field to reach a lane, where turning right, after a short distance, the way continued on a left-sided path, which soon gave us an exhilarating view of valley above Coldwell Bottom.

As you can see, it was a wide, clearly defined and marked track. As we came up the slope: ( picture taken on return leg); we were meet by a group of cyclists enjoying the downward slope and gathering speed accordingly.

Further on, the track continued in the middle of two fenced fields to left and right.

Here, it was great to see contented flocks of sheep grazing.

The track then passed farm buildings and eventually turned left, passing a new wood to reach the entrance to the Rushwood Kennels, where we finished our journey.

The final picture shows the approach to Coberley.

Well enjoy the first week of the new year. I suspect the going will be heavy by the weekend; so watch out for the squalls and those gusts of wind.

Ciao4now.

Ck.

P.S. A big tip of the hat to New Year's Honours Knighted Sir Jonathan Ive; the designer of the iPod, iPhone, iPad and iMac: recognition at last.

Not hole fixed: into the Bull Ring

2011-12-15T08:47:00.000-08:00

Last Monday (12/12 ) D. and I parked the car in Notgrove and walked, to find our way back to the finishing spot on our Gloucestershire Way, walk.

Here it is. The route having come up a bridleway opposite this picture. To remind yourself of the route to this point, click here:Nearly Notgrove

The Sun was bright, and low; but ideal for a perambulation around the village. Our steps soon took us back to St Bartholomew's Church in Notgrove.
Here you may remember, I posted a picture of a Saxon Cross which can be seen on the outside of the western wall.
Today the light was more amenable and entering the church, D. was able to take these two lovely stained-glass pictures.

Then looking up towards the roof, D. espied a row of Angels, affixed at intervals along the top board.; here is one of them:

Charming I thought.

After a walk around Notgrove, we found a likely road out of the village. Following this, we soon arrived at a T-junction. Looking to the left, we were delighted to see the house, as shown in picture 1, which we quickly reached.
This means that we have now completed the Gloucestershire Way from Salperton to Buckle Street, via Notgrove and Cold Aston.

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Last Tuesday (13/12) we set out on the "rattler" from Cheltenham Spa To Birmingham New Street; except, of course it doesn't rattle any more. The train was a very quiet, smooth, moving force and I had hardly chance to complete two short chapters of my book ( Right-Ho Jeeves), before Birmingham was announced, on the tannoy.

We had come to Birmingham to see the out-door German Frankfurt Market, the largest of its sort outside Europe.

We made our way in a big loop around the stalls, partook of some Gluvein (mulled wine) to halt the rapidly falling temperatures, and eventually reached a town square.

By this stage, whether because of odd air currents, strengthened by the wind or not, the cold really began to get to D and I and so we made our way quickly, to the indoor Bull-Ring Shopping Centre.
Never have I been so glad to be in such a place; oh the luxury of heat.

I must say when, after a couple of hours of browsing, we exited the site, I smiled to see the "Bull" himself wrapped up against the inclement conditions.

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Met up with the Major in town the other day; he invited me into his club for a tincture.

Once inside, I asked the Major for his thoughts regarding Christmas and the New Year.

" Main advice: continue to get a good brace of stiff ones down on a daily basis during the Christmastide and stock up with a collation of cold Turkey and meats. I feel 2012 is going to be a sticky wicket of a year with balls coming at you at very variable levels throughout. An odd looking brute, with events such as the Capo leading our noble lads to the waste lands of the Ucrime for a football contest, in which we initially play the frogs on the tundra.

I mean, dash it all, they will be putting vodka in the water; on the other hand; might calm the boy Rooney down, I suppose.

But then when this debacle is over, what do we do? Only let Fritz Foreigner invade our capital; all in the name of sport, I think not! There will be Gun Boats on The Thames, and our loyal troops patrolling the streets upon the Mayor's pushbikes. Oh dear oh dear, a rum do indeed ! "

At this point, there was a lull in the conversation; with the Major sunk in a reverie; with a 'Kate Addie' look in his eyes. I gave him a gentle nudge and the Major quickly responded, sat up, looked at his hunter and disclaimed: " Ah, just time for a quick one : I say Walker (summoned steward) : You know there's always a silver lining, if you look for it.

Take Walker, for example, got a slight tremor in the handle-bars; causes a minor problem with the tray carrying; but absolute wizard when it comes to cocktail making. Ah Walker, there you are. Two dry Vodka Martinis please. Shaken not stirred. Good Man.

Baxter should be here soon. Sent him out to the native quarter to buy some trinkets to keep the Memsahib happy in this festive season. Stressful time Christmas, don't you think?

Thank you Walker, ( drinks arrive) Well then, ( raising glass) as they say on the Wolds,' Here's permafrost in your eye'; Ching Ching."

If you want to reprise the revamped Major's scribbles, piffle and whimsy for 2011; then click here:Major/ 2011

And farewell from me: wishing you all a very happy Christmas and in spite of the Major's warnings, a contented New Year.

Ck.

Flora and Football

2011-12-11T05:46:00.001-08:00

What-Ho ! Everyone. Small beer today I'm afraid; no safari's or expeditions to write about, so just a few photographic scraps for you.

Picture 1 shows how well the gardeners in St. James's Park, London are looking after the borders.

Picture 2 shows another view of those Cotswold Wolds.

The next two show winter scenes from the local park.

There's something special about standing up in a confined space with a crowd.
It takes on a tribal nature, wish tensions racked up, until that moment of release, which in this case was the scoring of a goal for us.

So it was, yesterday (10/12 ) at the Abbey Business Stadium, where I watched Cheltenham Town, play the League 2 leaders Southend. I have never seen the team play better; the skills on display were astounding and miracle of miracles we won, with a shade in hand 3 goals to nil..

A great match to watch.

Pic 1: Pre-match training
Pic 2 : Victory clap to the fans
Pic 3: On-loan 'keeper from Birmingham City F.C. Jack Butland (England's U21 GK), played his last game for the town. At the end of the game he was given a standing ovation and in true star fashion, hurled his gloves and shirt to the crowd. He will be missed by all.

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D. and I thought about visiting Avebury Manor, the scene of BBC2's make-over, but with the weather going south, we gave it a miss. However, Avebury is most famous for its standing stones.

In '93 I wrote a poem about them, which I have revised and uploaded to my other blog.

Should you wish to read it, please click here: Avebury

Watch out for this stormy weather in the week end.

Enjoy the Christmas shopping.

Ck.

Magic Band in London:Salperton To Notgrove (Almost)

2011-12-01T09:05:00.001-08:00

Yesterday, Wednesday, 30th of November 2011, at The Scala Theatre, I saw the Magic Band play their first gig of their short winter tour. Three of the five band members, played with the Late Captain Beefheart.

Under the leadership of John French ( drummer and vocalist ), the Magic Band, create with unerring accuracy, songs from the Beefheart repertory. Last night was the third occasion, that I had heard the band play and apart from minor personnel changes, the core of the band D.Whalley (guitar), R. Morton ( bass) and J. French (as above) has stayed the same.
It's always an enjoyable romp and last night playing to a sell-out crowd was no exception.
Here is a video extract of MB playing "Floppy Boots Stomp. " The sound quality is poor and you may wish to skip forward.

The venue was The Scala, near King's Cross, in London.
Here is a pic.

The Scala, itself was an old multi-level building. From the main entrance room/bar, steps led down to the viewing arena and stage; whilst other steps led up to toilets, another bar/gallery and then eventually to an upper floor, where one could see the show behind a glass screen. I stayed downstairs.
The audience, comprised mostly of guys aged 50+. Like me, they were sneaking out for a night of 70s/80s remembrances.
To finish here is a picture of the Magic Band, in session.

At the front, from left to right: Eric; John; Denny.

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On Friday (2/12), D. and I continued our walk along The Gloucestershire Way. Our starting point was the War Memorial, just outside the village of Salperton, which is mentioned in the Domesday Book, as a place meaning " Village on the saltway." Even today, the land was still, largely in the hands of the Lord of the Manor.

The weather was a little colder, than had it had been before; the temperature range from 3- 5 degrees C.

But the sun was up, the colour vivid; all set for a lovely Cotswold walk.

Our route, took us along a road by the side of the Memorial, the fields having a manicured feeling to them, carefully cut, with little or no weeds to be seen.

There was an abundance of ' dinner on the feather' with pheasants, partridges and grouse frequently seen. The church and then manor house could be seen, away to the left.

Whilst, on the right side of the road, it was good to see flocks of sheep grazing on the fields there.

Eventually, by the side of some farm buildings, the road became a bridleway, with this wondrous aspect of the rolling wolds.

Although, the track was muddy, it was joy to walk this ancient pathway on the top of the Cotswolds.

Reaching the bottom of the valley, the path tracked upwards through fields, to arrive past another farm building ( Kites Hill Barn) and then onto a junction with a road.

At this point, rather than turn left and walk into Notgrove village, we decided to retrace our steps and return to our car, by the Memorial.

Here, in conclusion is the attractive sign of The Gloucestershire Way, which we looked for eagerly on each passing post or gate.

Have a peaceful week ahead and guard your health; you don't want snuffles and sneezes for Christmas do you?

Ciao4now

Ck.

Walking the Wolds: Cold Aston to Buckle Street

2011-11-27T02:21:00.001-08:00

" North, South, East and West:

Think of whichever you love the best.

Forest and vale and high blue hill;

You may have whichever you will,

And quaff one cup to the love o' your soul

Before we drink to the lovely whole. "

From ' A Song of Gloucestershire '

F W Harvey.

The third line of this verse, became the starting point for ' The Gloucestershire Way, ' a long distance walk of 100 miles; the project of which was completed in 1996. The 'forest' is the Forest of Dean; the 'vale '; the vale of Gloucester; the high blue hills; the Wolds, The route runs from Chepstow to Gloucester, thence to Stow On The Wold and then returns to its end-point at Tewkesbury Abbey.

D. and I have therefore a long-term plan to walk this Way. We are starting in ' the high blue hills,' in particular, the stretch from Salperton to Stow on The Wold.

Our guide-book is " The Gloucestershire Way " by Gerry Stewart.

GW is not, as yet a National Trail, like its cousin 'The Cotswold Way,' so its signing is not as detailed, but we hope from our experience of CW, we will manage the route. We have now a better idea of distance, so we are less likely to get into an anxious state, before we encounter the next way-marker.

Last week you may remember we were at Cold Aston, where I remarked upon the avenue of beech trees there.

Here is a different aspect for you:

as you can see within a week the beeches are nearly bereft of their leaves, but still leave a deep impression upon the viewer.

So it was last Wednesday (23/11), we parked the car in the main street of Cold Aston and started our walk to the left of the village green by a large sycamore tree.

The route took us down the Rissington Road, to the valley bottom and then upwards to meet on the left a marker post, which led us onto a field edge, where we followed the hedge line into a further field.

D. noticed some green moss on the stone wall, which she put in a pile ready to retrieve upon the return journey; for making into a Christmas wreath.

The ground was much softer and cloying than in past weeks and we were glad of our boots.
After several fields we came to a road, where we turned left and walked down until we crossed the bridge over the River Windrush, near Little Aston Mill.

Leaving the bridge, the route goes left up a bridle way which leads up to the Wolds themselves.
The wolds are high open, often uncultivated land; bringing with it a sense of antiquity.

There is a clear feeling of walking ancient tracks.
Indeed at our finishing point Buckle Street, there is a note in the guide-book, which states " Buckle Street- Buggildsway Saxon AD 709- feeling of ancient and infinite remoteness." P. 81 (tell that to the pilot who overflew us at this juncture !)

Although not at Buckle Street, but in a nearby field, I saw and wondered at this clump of trees. Did they mark a burial ground? They certainly looked the part.

Talking about the Saxons, reminded me of a Saxon Cross, which I had previously seen on the wall of nearby Notgrove Church.

A remarkable relic from the past.

By this stage, on our jaunt, the ground was becoming increasingly damp and the afternoon light was beginning to fade, so we retraced our steps, picked up the moss and made our way home in the car.
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Enjoy the last of the November rays and I'll write to you all again in December.

Ck.
P.S.
If you are game for my poetic interpretation click here : Wold Song.

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River, Trees, Mist and Fire

2011-11-20T00:47:00.001-08:00

Addendum to Major Wyford Clarke's Journal; dated 12th November 2011.

" Got into a spot of bother with the Memsahib, for not mentioning the ' moving pictures' she took about that estuary place. Apparently she can add it to the online journal on the twitterweb.
Beyond my ken, all that stuff, if it doesn't pour, burns or has words to read, no use to me. I expect the 'pictures' covered by the goggle-box licence.

So there you have it. Apologies to all you screen- twitchers and mice people; but no doubt the Memsahib will attend to your requirements.

My super chappie Baxter has laid a roaring log fire in the study, where I am enjoying a large libation; whilst enjoying John's memoirs; having reached Chapter X " Vindaloo - The Currie Years;" spicy stuff indeed.

I suppose, I'd better wish you all, festive greetings and the hope that all your singles become doubles.
As the Army Chaplain once remarked " you can always decant at your leisure."

Cheers.
WC "

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Here are two contrasting pictures from Prinknash Abbey; taken minutes apart.

Interesting, how at this time of year, the light can change so quickly.

Earlier in the month, D. and I were up in the mists of Minchinhampton Common and spotted this forlorn chap.

Again, just a perspective of the light.

Last Friday (18th), D. and I visited Cold Aston, from where we walked to the neighbouring village of Notgrove; following part of "The Gloucestershire Way."
Just after leaving Cold Ashton, our route took us through a path between beech trees.
What a pleasure to walk between these elegant giants on a bed of their fallen leaves.

We shall return in springtime.

Finally, here is a picture of a wood fire, taken from the bar of 'The Mount Inn'; where my wife's husband was seen to be imbibing a pint of Donnington's BB. Nectar indeed.

Keep warm and enjoy the week ahead.

Ck.

Darkest Essex

2011-11-13T08:36:00.001-08:00

Extract from the journal of Major Wyford Clarke dated 12th November 2011 AD: Vol. 111 "The Somnolent Years 1997 ......."

" Where was I? Oh yes; had to get some fresh fountain pen ink supplies in.
If you ask me quality gone to pot. I don't think they tread those black grapes properly: all the fault of those euro Fritz chaps,
Absolutely useless; can't even draw a bally pound sign correctly.

Bad as those Banker chappies; far too much totty and bong weed, leading them to casino banking; which is fine, except they are playing with my money!
Wrote to the boy David; suggested they relieve the Bank of England of currency duties and give the job to Ladbrokes. Well they couldn't do worse could they? At least they like a gamble.

Anyway don't get me started.

The Memsahib, told me the other day that we were due to visit her late father's son and his wife in Essex. But when I checked my almanac, I found to my dismay that we were due that very weekend at the races with Roly and Joly, who had secured a box for the day.

When I mentioned this to the Memsahib, she replied that she had already sent a mobile telegram to R & and J.
I reached for the Speaking Instrument, fearful that the message had not got through.

" You need not do that, I have their reply here, " exclaimed the Memsahib.

" What did they say ? " I asked.

" With deepest sympathy, " she replied.

The next task was to take the three dogs, Macmillan, Eden, and the young pup Duncan ( good, but a little yappy at times) to Mary Wilson- Copp's Yak Farm in the Stroud Valley, which makes footwear for the world's poor; under the name 'Sock-it'; catchy I thought.

MWC likes to have the dogs to help her round up the Yaks; big brutes you know.
I like to visit the smallholding, to get some fresh air and see her parrot Augie.
Dumb name for a bird; until I found out it was short for Organic. It is of course the required green colour and greets visitors with either:
" Freedom for all "
or,
" Fairtrade for all. '"
Naturally to further its linguistic skills, I am trying to encourage Augie to say " Freeloaders for all ," yet to no avail.

So with the Memsahib behind the wheel of the Jag, we set off for darkest Essex. It was, dear readers, a deeply un-memorable journey, with vistas of concrete and crash bars. The ghastly vision of Harold Wilkinson (1958) Minister of Transport was with us.
It was apparently to do with traffic flows and exits; the meaning was lost on me, so I took a pull on the trusty hip-flask and tried to rest.

Unfortunately, the first of the autumnal fogs arrived and by M11, (whatever that means ) I was getting
a trifle agitated; so much so, that if it hadn't been for the scooped-out, silver inlaid, rhino's horn, relief would not have been at hand.

But eventually shaken, but thankfully not stirred, we arrived at the Memsahib's late father's son residence.
He is a very decent chap keeping a good cellar and while the Memsahib unloaded the portmanteau, a reviving spot of amontillado, soon hit the wicket.

After an excellent repast, served by his lady wife, combined with the crackling logs on the wood-burner, I was soon dreaming of those winners steaming up the hill; whilst the Memsahib talked enthusiastically about vehicular matters.

I was woken up by the google-box and deciding, that I had more than enough reality for the day, I retired to bed with Lord John Major's spiky memoirs " bastards, Bastards, BASTARDS,"
After only a few pages oblivion overcame me.

The next day dawned, and our hosts were good enough to take us on a motor tour of the Essex hinterland. We eventually arrived at Maldon, by the River Blackwater.
It is a fascinating spot, where sailing ships are built, maintained and refurbished.
It was, I realized the place where Estuary English was first discovered at the estuary.

We walked along the path until we came to the statue of the warrior pointing towards the open sea.
There had been a battle with the Vikings in AD991 ( should have been BC- before cricket).
Overcome with salty emotions, I charged the pipe with 'imperial shag' and sat watching for longboats; until the Memsahib ordered me to return to the transport facility.

It had been an interesting day's trip.

Just remembered the Memsahib had taken the Kodak with her and supplied me with these two images.
She promised me that upon typing up my manuscript she would add in the pictures.
Anyway off for a snifter at "The Ball and Musket" WC. "

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Editor's note: if you would like to find out a little bit more, regarding the Battle of Maldon.
Please click here: Maldon.

Enjoy the sun's rays before the night frosts.

Ck.

Sand Banks: Self- Delusional Cult: Ice & Fire.

2011-11-06T05:40:00.000-08:00

The rain abated. So parking the car in Newnham on Severn, D. and I stepped outside and took this video of the Severn at low-tide.

It is now a rather small town, with the main street, used as a busy thoroughfare for traffic to the Forest Of Dean and Chepstow, and thus a gateway into Wales.
The Romans had a settlement nearby and almost certainly used Newnham as both a crossing point and port.
In 1171 Henry II used the town as a start point for an invasion of Ireland. Read more at :Newnham

Here is a further picture of this stretch of river.

D. and I walked down the street, visiting the shops and in one I bought this print of Newnham in 1870.

A quieter spot then methinks.

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I have quite a modest collection of records; ( well maybe not too modest !) with over six and a half thousand tracks stored digitally and at a guess, around 250 CDs and lastly a drawer full of cassettes; I gave up on vinyl.
When one does the maths, the self-delusion kicks in.
Will I ever play all this music? I guess not; it would take up too much time, and remember I'm retired.
If I started playing artists in alphabetical order, would I lose the will to live by the time I got to ZZ Top ? Probably.
So, why do we keep collecting ?
Partly, because my tired old ears are always listening for something new and I love creating new playlists; balancing one sound against another and hearing a fresh perspective through the practice.
No logic to any of this I know; but in the meantime, worringly, I'm happy to be in this self-delusional cult.
I will cut down; I promise!
Now where did I put that new Magic Band CD?

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I hoped I wouldn't like the series, but guess what, I bought the first book, " A Game of Thrones "
and wanted more. So now I'm halfway through " Clash of Kings," with three more waiting on the shelf.
I guess that takes care of winter!
The Series : A Song of Ice and Fire. The Author : George RR Martin. The Genre: Fantasy.

Check out more at :Ice and Fire

Beware: This is addictive material.

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I try, when possible, to tweet once a day. Last Monday (31/10 ) I hit the wall. Nothing. I put down blank, rhymed it with plank and having read the excellent "Rhymes without Reason " by Mervyn Peake; decided to have a rhyming week. For better or worse here's your 6 days' worth.

I'm feeling

I'm feeling blank,

like a plank.

Better not splinter.

I'm feeling remote,

like a stoat.

Pop goes the weasel.

I'm feeling down,

like a clown.

When to laugh.

I'm feeling compressed,

too tight in my vest.

I will expand.

I'm feeling very mean,

clanking like a cash machine.

I need some interest.

I'm feeling extremely light,

swooping like a Red Kite.

Time to soar.

Ck. 31- 5/11/'11

Have a good week ahead.

Stay frost- free

CK.

Yew and I: slowly rolling on

2011-10-30T05:15:00.000-07:00

It's been a funny old week: a little bit of an emotional roller-coaster.

On Tuesday evening my friend K. , kindly took me to see Cheltenham Town play Crewe in a League Two football match at the local Abbey Business Stadium. There is a magic quality about seeing the game under floodlights; the difference between standing in the dark and seeing the bright green pitch and players before you.

In the first half the 'Robins', pretty much dominated the play. They had many shots saved by the Crewe goal-keeper, but failed to score.
At half-time, the Crewe Manager, must have given the team a ' shake of the fist, ' as they came out like terriers and put us under so much pressure, that not only did we concede a penalty ( from which they scored, ) but they also ruined our team composure.

Thus, we never returned to the rhythm of our play in the first 45 minutes and the more we ' huffed and puffed, ' the worse we became. The final score was 1- 0 to Crewe; ending our run of five victories ' on the bounce. '

The game of Football (Soccer, ) can be compared to the game of life.
If you don't take your chances, when they are presented to you; you may rue them later on. Also in achieving your plans, you must not be deflected, by outside influences, which try to disrupt your progress to your goal.

But it is important, to realize there is always time to reflect upon chances missed and adapt your life-journey accordingly.

The Robins team-talks, certainly paid off, because yesterday, Saturday (29/10, ) they managed to snatch victory in the 93rd minute to win 2- 1 against Plymouth Albion; keeping on, as we all should do, to the end.

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Knowing, that on Friday, (28), was the date of my friend's funeral, and concerned about the impermanence of life; I took the opportunity, whilst visiting Stow on the Wold, to seek out the back porch of the town's church St. Edwards. Not solely for spiritual refreshment, but rather to re-acquaint myself with a pair of yew trees.

These wonderful chaps have become almost welded to the fabric of the church wall. They are, to me a great life-affirming force. Look at these roots.

They are not leaving anytime soon, are they ?

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I'm physically too tall to keep a low profile and too old to care about such things; so as I grow backwards in time, I'm moving to the brighter things in life. Like baubles on a Christmas Tree, I'm into vivid impressions.

So when I saw red, size 12 Nike trainers, sitting on a shelf, I knew my name was on the label.

The name 'Nike,' comes from the Greek goddess of Victory. So it's always good to be winner and as a Christian especially so. The Companies HQ is in Portland, Oregon; a state full of timber and trees; so that's a good thing to.

All in all, if you'll excuse the expression, the footwear 'ticked all the boxes.'

Actually the 'Swoosh' logo symbol, I learned is not a check sign; it is apparently meant to signify the speed of the goddess's progress: flying feet indeed.

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Two things to note especially about the funeral:

It was a beautiful day. The sun had got ' his hat on ' and in J. case his back-pack to.

The church was full to the rafters; standing room only.

It was, however a slightly uneasy balance to strike between mourning and celebration.
But, enough, memories were shared, tears were shed and J. was given a rousing send-off.

J. symbolizes a map to me and I guess as I write, she is busy extending her heavenly boundaries.

After the service, My daughter D. and I made our way to a local pub in nearby Prestbury and raised a toast to our departed friend.

We finished up overlooking the Cheltenham Racecourse, however sadly, contemplating the future.

Enjoy the week ahead, which in spite of my pessimism, is going to be mild for the time of the year.
Avoid the 'dark ' and stay in the light.

Ciao4now

Ck.

Sad News: Up the Tower of Power

2011-10-23T05:48:00.000-07:00

This week started with very sad news indeed; a telephone call announced the passing of a dear friend and colleague J.
I have written a few words on this subject, and should you wish to read; click here. God Bless J.

This year 2011 marks the 400 anniversary of the printing of one of the greatest works in English Literature, namely the King James 1 translation of the Bible.
It was time to remind myself of our local hero William Tyndale, born in North Nibley, who according to (wikipedia) 83% of the NT and 76 % of the Old Testament used in the James' Bible, were the words of our man.

With my wife D., we set of in the car and parked in the lay-by next to the church yard in North Nibley; a village two miles from the town of Wotton- under Edge.
With walking gear on, we crossed the road and made our way up the footpath to Tyndale's Monument.

The route as, you can see, took us up a leafy flight of steps, which I reckon is the longest number of steps on the entire Cotswold Way ; but I cannot confirm this.

Once up the steps, it was but a short walk to the monument itself.

I took this shot at an angle, as you can see; but I like the contrails in the background, which I think conveys an extra sense of power.

When we arrived at the tower, we had a pleasant surprise; the inside door, which led upto the top of the tower was open.

I gave D. a camera and bravely she ascended 120 + steps.

Here is another shot from inside the Tower.

It was, of course perfect weather for taking photographs and here are two more which D. took; one looking straight down (33M ) from the top and the other looking over the glories of the Gloucestershire Countryside.

Leaving the tower and following the Way, I took this shot on the tower, which includes the cross on top.

Further information on Tyndale and the Tower, can be accessed from the search box, by inputting Tyndale : this will refer you to earlier posts.

The rest of the walk to Wotton- under- Edge, goes through mostly woodland.

This walk from Nibley to Wotton, is a very attractive walk indeed; although steep at the beginning, it develops, after Tyndale, into a level stroll, until about 2.5 miles away, when you descend into Wotton.

In our case, after visiting the local shops, we caught the local 'bus 311 back ( free with pass; we love it!) to North Nibley, where we found the car and gently made our return home.

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'Peake's Progress.' Following last weeks' talk on his father Mervyn by Sebastian, I managed to liberate another work " Rhymes without Reason, " thanks to D.s careful checking at Cirencester's Antique Fair.
It was great to have this little book back, in my hands again.
Originally published in 1944, this was the 1974 edition. A bright note to end a sad week.

I hope the week ahead brings happier times to all.
Enjoy the daylight, avoid the rain and remember the clocks go back this coming weekend.

Ciao4now
Ck.

"Thank you for the Days...": Views to Cherish.

2011-10-16T05:27:00.000-07:00

This is a precious time of year. The days begin to shorten; the sun lies low in the sky and temperatures begin to drop; a gateway into winter and colder times ahead.

So, when the sky turns blue and brightness abounds, it is a time to explore, visit old friends and places and especially look at the beauty of life around us.

Last Tuesday ( 11/10 ), with Daughter D. in tow, I visited Stratford Upon Avon, in order to view the now completed RSC Theatre. For construction details visit: RSC

In the nearby theatre grounds, I noticed this attractive Swan Sculpture.

This was unveiled by the Queen in 1996.
The sculptor was Christine Lee.

"The centerpiece of the fountain depicts two swans rising in flight. Swans have enjoyed royal protection for many centuries and have a special symbolic significance in Stratford-upon-Avon.

The water fountain was commissioned by Stratford-upon-Avon council to celebrate the 800th anniversary of the granting of market rights to the town by King Richard I and granting of Borough status by the Bishop of Worcester, both in 1196."

The RSC now has, as part of the rebuild, a tower, which for the princely sum of £2:50, ( no Concessions!) you can ascend.

Here are two views for you:

Impressive I would say.

After dinner at the roof-top restaurant; D. said she would like to see the Mulberry Tree, which was believed to have been planted by WS himself.

We found out that it was in the garden of the New Place. When we arrived there, we found to our chagrin that the cost of admission was £12:50 (£11:50 Cons.). In fairness, this included admission to other properties; but bearing in mind the timing, we decided to, not stomp up the dough.

However, at the site we found that excavation was underway; so we did what any "cheap-skate " would; we took a picture through the railings.
Here it is:

For those interested in the 'Dig' please click here: Dig

So ended our day in ' Bard-Land.'

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Friday, was really a golden day; the sun was bright, the weather warm, the wind still. It was tree-time.

D. and I visited Batsford Arboretum, near Moreton in Marsh. Nothing to add except, enjoy the photographs.

The next two pictures are a Foo Dog Statue (Chinese Guardian Dog) and a table of Bonsai Trees, in the Garden Centre.

Information on Batsford Arboretum at :Bats Arbo.

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Yesterday a little bit of serendipity. This year marks the centenary of the birth of, writer, painter and poet, Mervyn Peake. His trilogy "Gormenghast " has always been one of my most favourite works of literature; which I constantly return to. My three paperbacks are now looking well- thumbed and when I learned that a new edition, complete with fresh illustrations was published, I had an attack of the Credit Cards and hit the 'Amazon' button.
The book duly arrived yesterday (Sat.) and D. reminded me that there was to be a talk by Mervyn's son Sebastian, at the Cheltenham Literary Festival.
I ventured online and found that the talk was in fact on that very day, at two 'o ' clock.
The tickets booked, we arrived in good time and enjoyed an excellent talk.

I was reminded, during the talk of how Mervyn designed the original logo for Penguin Books.
Penguin

He was duly offered a fee of £10 or half penny a book. This happened during war time and he was given the advice to take the money, as paper would be in short supply. This he did and so lost a fortune.

To finish, here is Sebastian signing books, including mine.

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N.P. It's not very often that I give a ' tip of the hat' and also 'point the finger ' at the same piece of music. But this is the case with Nigel Kennedy's new recording " The Four Elements. "
This piece of orchestral work, co-written by Nigel contains IMHO some of his best violin playing, with some good tunes, within the four main movements.
Why oh why did he choose to conclude with a stupid song " It's Plucking Elemental, " which contains the rhymes elemental/dental/ mental. No Sir Please No !

Have a good week; getting colder, so extra blanket perhaps?

Ciao4now,

Ck.

Leaping with Gladys

2011-10-08T10:47:00.000-07:00

First of all, in my recent post. " A trip to the Wier; Wye Not? (18/9) " I mentioned a greenhouse with some 'wondrous onions; ' well here are a few of them.

Pretty impressive, I reckon.

Last Tuesday, (4/10) I went on a National Trust walk entitled "The Ebworth Centre. " The start point was Cranham Primary School, from where the walker goes upwards on a path to the left of the school and then reaching a bend turns right into a wooded area, leading to a narrow pathway, which eventually comes to a building which The NT calls a cottage ( looks quite big to me! )
Following the drive out to the gates, one bears left, down through a wooded section, until a brook and' Gladys' Leap ' is reached.

It is called ' Gladys' Leap ' after a former post women, Gladys Hillier, who at this spot jumped over the brook, in order to avoid a two mile detour on her post round.
The place was officially named in her honour by the Ordnance Survey in 1977, following requests from the villagers. As you will notice, a small bridge has since built over the brook ( 2005 ). Gladys, then 88, opened the bridge. Read more here:

Gladys

Shortly after arriving at this Leap, I became tired and called it a day; leaving the rest of the walk for another occasion.

At this point in the blog, I was going to write a short piece about the evolution of the mobile 'phone; following the announcement of the forthcoming iPhone 4s; but this has been over shadowed by the death of the co-founder of Apple, Steve Jobs.

I have penned a few words on this subject and you can, if you wish , read it here :

Steve

Hope you all have a good week; watch for those winds.

Ciao4now

Ck.

Up And Down May Hill: Lyme Cobb and Flowers

2011-10-02T07:08:00.000-07:00

A mile past Huntley on the A40 Ross road, is the turning to May Hill and Clifford Mesne.
The drive continues, around twisty, mostly single-track lanes; until, after passing over a cattle grid, you arrive at a parking space opposite May Hill Common.

The middle path is selected and the steep uphill walk begins.

On this ascent, I noticed, these brightly coloured fungi.

Looking back down was this spectacular view.

At the top of the slope, one goes through a kissing gate, which marks the county border. Once through, you are in Herefordshire. Here the walk meets the lovely springy grass of the common and the way is clear to the summit of May Hill.

As you can see, the summit at 1000 feet has a very conspicuous clump of Corsican Pines. They were originally planted in 1887 to commemorate Queen Victoria's Golden Jubilee; and later some re-planting took place in 1978; this time for Queen Elizabeth's Silver Jubilee. It is thought that in 1588, this spot was used as a beacon to warn of the approaching Spanish Armada.

May Hill has always been a sacred space for me; not necessary in the religious sense, but instead as constant reminder that I am in home territory. This small group of pines stands out boldly to announce its position, from all over Gloucestershire and even coming north on the M5 Motorway; they can be seen. Once in my youth I watched the dawn rise on this hill; a magical moment indeed.

If you look at the above photo, you should see, one of a number of benches, thoughtfully provided, for sitting and musing at the views, all around.

Returning, after a detour, on a forest trail, on the central path back to the car I espied these wild ponies.

Getting back to the car, I felt very fortunate in visiting such beautiful spot on a perfect late September day.

On Wednesday of last week( 28/9 ) I stopped in Newent Town, and in an art shop, I was taken by some contemporary prints of May Hill by artist Valerie Mclean.
Here is a weblink, which displays some of this work.

May Hill prints

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I didn't need much persuasion from my wife D. to journey on Thursday to sunny Dorset and Lyme Regis. In my past postings, I have uploaded many Lyme photos; but here is one from this journey.

The light was so strong, that it darkened the shot, but it shows the view overlooking the famous Cobb Harbour.
And Lyme ? Simply glorious.

Finally, yesterday, in Tewkesbury Abbey Grounds I took this picture of late border colours.

Have a good week and take some memories of this sunny interval, to help you through the coming winter,
Ciao4now

Ck.

One of those Days: Above Ashleworth with Gurney

2011-09-25T06:34:00.000-07:00

Out to the car, about to flee, slipped on drive, grazed my knee.
Destination not remote, just a few miles to the 'Boat'
Inn; where getting book to view the task, opened pack to smash the flask.

Coffee gone, survived the fall; saw this picture on Tithe Barn wall.

Followed the walk past Manor and sheds; climbing stiles to view Barrow Hill ahead.
Keeping momentum, not to stop, nearing Barrow Hill Top.

Such a view all smiles, no frowns; read the words Gurney put down.

"O does some blind fool now stand on my hill

To see how Ashleworth nestles by the river?

Where eyes and heart and soul may drink their fill.

The Cotswolds stand out eastward as if never

A curve of them the hand of Time might change;

Beauty sleeps most confidently for ever. "

From ' Above Ashleworth '

Mislaid my stick whilst viewing scene; it didn't help that it was green.
Walking back down the slope, to find my way home was the hope.
Managed to walk back wrong way; but a Severn- side cider saved the day.

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Watched the "Robins " play local rivals Hereford yesterday (24/9).
Amazingly Cheltenham have never beaten Hereford since they attained League status in 1996-97.

Furthermore, one tweet from a fan, stated that the last occasion Cheltenham defeated Hereford was in the Southern League in 1969.
I mentioned this fact to ' old Vic, ' a Robins supporter since 1947, who reckoned he'd seen the team beat Hereford in the Conference in 1995. Well I'm not going to disagree with Vic, am I !

And the score, I hear you say ?
Why 0 - 0.

The record still stands.

Have a good week ahead and enjoy the warm weather, if it comes.

Ciao4now,

Ck.

A trip to 'The Weir' ? Wye not.

2011-09-18T06:35:00.000-07:00

Being a member of the National Trust, means returning to sites, to view the changes and generally to jog the memory.
Last week ( 14/09 ) I returned to the 'Weir Garden, ' five miles west of Hereford. It was a place I'd promised myself I should visit again, not having been there for many years.
The 'Weir Garden ' is situated on the A438 road which goes to Brecon. It is an unusual garden which gently ascends to overlook the curvaceous River Wye.

The above picture illustrates this well.

It is, it must be said, a spring garden; although there is always something to see whatever the time of year.
Because of the steep nature of the bank and now, I suppose, because of health and safety, much of the vegetation has overgrown on the layered sides, and it is the river views which excel.

However in spite of the swirling currents, this time it was difficult to discern the actual weir.

Here is the best 'Garden ' view I saw.

There was one new feature, that I hadn't seen before and that was the walled garden. It was situated in a corner of a field, near the car park, It was a lovely Victorian type with rows of neatly laid out vegetables, including many marrows and two greenhouses, one with wondrous onions drying out.
There were some bright attractive flowers, as the last picture shows.

It was a successful trip out, and as always, I was impressed by the pleasant Herefordshire countryside.

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On the last post, I mentioned I was reading " The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks " by Rebecca Skloot. I also furnished you with a link to discover about her extraordinary story. Good news came this week that, opening in 2013 a High School, in Washington State is to be named after Henrietta, in recognition of how her cells, still many years after her death, have played an important part in the understanding of diseases..

Here is a link to this.

http://www.evergreenps.org/AboutEPS/Pages/HealthandBioScienceAcademyGetsaName.aspx

As always, have a peaceful, but fruitful week.

Ck.

Blackberries: watching the Robins

2011-09-11T07:25:00.000-07:00

I really must go on more adventures. Another quiet week.
Have been following Mr Walliams on his mammoth swim up the Thames. The lad is doing well. As I write he was at Chertsey Lock, two hours ago and has covered over 100 miles Wow!

I tweeted him that, by now, "he must be getting into the swim of things." Well Done Sir: The English Spirit is alive and well.

Did, however, get out on a short walk, up a steep ascent to check out the blackberries.

As you can see, they are coming in abundance and I reckon in a couple of weeks, they will be in full glory.

Yesterday (10/9) went to watch the "Robins ' or Cheltenham Town AFC. They were playing Macclesfield.

Not a great game to watch, but we won by two goals to nil and got three valuable points.

This is the moment, in the first half, when Goulding took the penalty kick (39 min.), to give us a one goal advantage. Enlarge the picture to see more detail.

Although, as our manager Yates admitted, it was a ' poor display, ' nevertheless I am getting more and more impressed each game by the skill levels on display. The ability to trap a high ball, bring it under control and then pass, in one flowing moment, was not in olden days, seen at this level of football.
Now it is almost taken for granted; well done lads!

This is our mascot Whadney. We don't think about mascots often enough; they bring pleasure to the crowd, come rain or shine; so I thought the least I could do was to take Whadney's photo.

So reminding you to watch out for those strong winds this week, I'll say:
ciao4now,
Ck.

N.R. "The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks. " by Recbecca Skloot.
I've come to rely on other people giving me the nod about such things as literature, music, the arts and so on. Thus it was that my Twitter bookclub ( #1b140 ) nominated the above non- fiction book as its September read.
Without this recommendation, I am extremely doubtful whether I would have picked this book up.

But what a good read it is. It tells the true story of the above named lady, who died of cervical cancer in 1951. Against her knowledge, without her permission, cancer cells were harvested from her. These cells amazed Doctors, by continuing to live and reproduce. They still live on today. They are known as HeLa (pronounced Hee-lah ) cells after her name; and have helped millions in the treatment of many diseases.

Read more by clicking on this link:

www.telegraph.co.uk/science/7845119/The-Immortal-Life-of-Henrietta-Lacks-a-bittersweet-legacy.html

Watery Visions.

2011-09-04T05:23:00.000-07:00

Just a short post today for you; mostly connected with water.
Here is a video of a Tall Ship entering Gloucester Dock.

Friday the 2nd of September, was a perfect late summer's day. The cloudless sky, allowed the sunshine to come through to a still day with hardly a wisp of air.
So it was, that I came to Buscot Village, near Lechlade to the banks of the infant Thames.

The picture above lends clarity to the brightness of the occasion.

I walked the bank from Buscot Weir to St. John's Lock, where, if you remember Old Father Thames resides.

My final picture, on this lovely day shows a cruiser entering the lock.

You remember in a recent posting; ( More Flowing Moments 14/04/'11 ) I describe the first trickle of the Isis, near Kemble and its subsequent journey to become the Thames at Lechlade.
It is not surprising then, that Lechlade is the start point tomorrow (5/9/'11) at 08:30 hours for David Walliams eight day swim along the 140 mile length of the Thames to London. This will be an incredible achievement, as at 20 miles a day, David will be doing the equivalent of 8 channel crossings.
Mr. Walliams is doing this swim to raise money for Sports Relief.

If you are on Twitter, you can follow his progress on #thamesswim or visit:

http://www.sportrelief.com/whats-on/the-bt-sport-relief-challenges-walliams-vs-the-thames

where a satellite link will show where he has reached in his river journey.

I sent Mr.Walliams a tweet hoping that he will manage to boss Old Father Thames. Good Luck!

Finally on a separate theme, my daughter D. sent me this pic of another Tyndale monument, outside the Ministry of Defence in London.

I'm glad that this, exceptional man, who made the first translation of the Bible into English, should be remembered in the capital.

That's it for another week,
Ciao4now
Ck.

NR ' Game of Thrones ' by George R.R. Martin. Book one of the " A Song of Ice and Fire . "
I was hoping not to like the book; but oh dear It's compelling reading and there is another five books in the series. Goodbye Winter!

Overtime: Shipping News

2011-08-28T09:40:00.000-07:00

Last week, I spoke about the family trip on the River Thames. The reason for the trip on the clipper was to reach Greenwich Pier and disembark, in order to visit Greenwich and the Royal Observatory.
Our first point of call was the nearby university, where we had a spot of dinner, plus coffee for under £5 a head. We liked those prices!

We then went into the chapel, with its magnificent hall.

This hall was used for the filming of the latest 'Pirates' and in the showcase was 'Cap'n Sparrows' costume. You can see what a small chap Johnny Depp is.

At the far end of the hall, over the altar was a large portrait depicting the scene of St. Paul's shipwreck.
It has never been moved fron this location.

After a look around the Greenwich shops, we made our way up a steep slope to the Royal Observatory.
At the top we caught our breath and looked down over this impressive view.

The Royal Observatory, was commissioned by King Charles11 in 1675. It is a horological heaven, particularly the Thomas Tompion clocks, situated in the 20 foot high Octagon room, which only needed winding once a year. Having seen this remarkable engineering, I begin to see what Eric Schmidt, Exec. Chair of Google was getting at, in his recent Edinburgh lecture, when he spoke of a fundamental flaw in our education system, by divorcing science from humanities, which has created a shortage of creative engineers in our society. He said, that he believed it would not have been possible to start up Google in this country.
I think this a real cause for concern, the splitting of two camps into 'luvvies' and 'boffins.' It should be remembered that Lewis Carroll, the writer of Alice in Wonderland, was also a Professor of Mathematics.

So to the Prime Meridian, where east meets west at the line of 0deg. longitude. It was established in 1881 and adopted internationally in 1884.
It really felt like ground zero, where time emanated from.

Here we see two persons ' walking the line. '

Hurry, time is ruunning out for your picture.

But guess what? After all that excitement it was time to go.

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Last Friday (26/8), I visited Gloucester Docks for the arrival of the tall ships at the annual Tall Ships Festival.
A minor carp, but I feel compelled to ask if this was supposed to be a celebration of maritime activities, what was a fair doing there, together with some tacky stalls? Somebody, I feel dropped the ball again.

But, the main event did not let one down; the Tall Ships were spectacular.

And finally a big up to local football team Cheltenham Town, who defeated the top of the table club Crawley Town by 3 goals to 1.
The Crawley Manager Steve Evans, was so upset by his team's performance in the first half (losing 3-0) that he sent them out onto the pitch a good five minutes before the second half commenced and made them wait for Cheltenham.
After the match he said "in the first half, the players were cheats, lazy and not fit to wear the jersey. They were disgraceful. If I'd had 11 subs I would have made 11 changes."
The lesson, we learn from this, dear reader: you can throw money at a team, but you can't buy team spirit and that's what counts in the long run.

Have a good Bank Holiday week and lets see if September will bring the sun.

Ciao4now,
Ck.

Sound of the Severn: Views of the Thames::Barrow Hill, Gurney Muse.

2011-08-21T05:14:00.000-07:00

Here is a video taken near Framilode. Watch the currents of the Severn flow by.

On Wednesday of last week (17/8), we had another family outing upon the River Thames from London Bridge to Greenwich.

Here is the clipper, coming to pick us up.

One of the many stops was the Tower of London.

London is growing upwards and continues to impress.

Further news on what we did at Greenwich in the next posting.

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Yesterday (20/7) I made my way following the Arlingham Skylark Trail to Barrow Hill.

" Oh what a place! Blue river and golden sand,

and blue-black hills - in fine weather, of course"

Letter from Ivor Gurney to Marion Scott, June !913.

Barrow Hill

Through ripening corn stalks,

into verdant pasture land

passing somnolent bovines who watch clouds;

knowing rain will arrive, ere the march is over.

Cross a lane and ascend,

skylark pointing the way

atop the barrow; to espy with Gurney's

sight, and tear-stained eye;

the sensual Severn curve endlessly

whispering, with flowing emotion to

its mistress the sea.

Oh joy at the beckoning hills of Malvern and Dean,

at border's edge and closer, the meadow lands;

so gentle to the feet of passing walkers.

Such bliss to feel a fresh breeze springing up and

restore faith, in the eternal values,

of season and rebirth.

Life is made from such moments as these,

on Barrow Hill: where skylarks

dance amongst the cows.

Ck 21/8/'11

Have a good peaceful week.

Ck.

Framilode- A "a blowy Severn tided place: river trail.

2011-08-14T10:39:00.000-07:00

After the anger on the streets of our cities; I rejoiced in the balm of Severn riverside. It has an unhurried pace; the ripples are of its own making and the tide flows in and out with clockwork precision.

My starting point was St. Peter's Church , Upper Framilode, at the river's edge.

The above shot shows the colourful mural, from inside the church.

I was following a walk taken by the Late Ivor Gurney (1890 - 1937), man of words and music and one of Gloucestershire's finest.

Here is the plaque to his memory, to be found in Gloucester Cathedral.

It was near here at Framilode that Ivor kept his sailboat 'Dorothy', with his friend James Harris, the lock keeper.
I am using the walk 2 , found in the book, " Ivor Gurney's Gloucestershire, " by Eleanor M. Rawling.

She describes the Severn at Framilode as:
"wide and expansive, occupying the foreground with its long gleaming stretches of water and yellowy-grey sandbanks, while the Cotswold Edge to the east and the Forest of Dean to the west provide a permanent backdrop of hill shapes."

Her description, matched my eyes perfectly.

Here is an extract from Gurney's poem "March, " in which he delights in his sail on the Severn.

'My boat moves and I with her delighting.

Feeling the water slide past and watching white fashion

of water, as she moves faster ever more whitening.

Till up at the white sail in that great sky heightening

of fine cloth spread against azure and cloud

commotion. " (1925)

So I strode on through grassy meadows, watching the river widen and bend to the right (starboard) and all was at peace.

Following the instructions, I was trying to find a left path, which would lead me away from the river towards a road and then to Barrow Hill; where Ivor Gurney admired the view greatly.

I was not able to find it; so I sat down on the bank and let the currents flow by me.

Rested I made my way back to the car and made my way home via Frampton on Severn and then
The motorway .

Frampton has one of the largest village greens in the country and a perfect place to play cricket; as this final photo shows; send in by a friend of mine.

Let's hope for a quiet week ahead.

Ciao4now
Ck.

Short Post: Few Pictures.

2011-08-07T08:42:00.000-07:00

It's been a quiet week. I went on a Cotswold Way circular walk. No.5 Cleeve Hill Common Ring.

http://www.cotswoldsaonb.org.uk/userfiles/file/publications/cotswold%20way%20circular%20walks/walk%205%20cleeve%20hill%204%20website.pdf

I went on the shorter version making my way across the common to the radio masts at the edge.

The Photo above has come out greyer than the actual light.

It was taken to show the masts; which act as a good landmark for the walk.

The Common was in great condition, springy for the feet and panoramic to the eye.

A satisfying and pleasant walking experience.

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This is one of 10 horse sculptures which have been placed in various locations in Cheltenham.
They are there to celebrate the centenary of the National Hunt Festival.
The horse above, is situated at the bottom of the Promenade; where it meets the High Street.
It is sponsored by "Racing Post" and contains pictures of famous horses, including Champion Hurdle winners Istrabraq and Hardy Eustace; two of my favourites.

A welcome edition.

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This was the scene at Croyde Bay, North Devon, earlier today.

Enough said I think.

Have a good week; mind those share prices.

Ciao4now
Ck.

A Good Spot of Luck: Back to the Tunnel

2011-07-31T13:08:00.000-07:00

On Friday 22nd of July, I was in Uley again, this time not to walk the ancient site (the bury); but instead to walk to the village of Owlpen; which lies about two miles, in the valley below.

Once again walking instructions let me down; but this time instead of bringing me to a road, near the edge of a small wood; I was brought to a bench, which afforded me one of the best views in the Stroud valleys. Judge for yourself.

Over to my left I could see, Owlpen Church, my next point of call.

Having such a good visual sighting, I really soon made my way by woodland paths to the church and this included going through a property, which had a sign outside, giving permission to access the churchyard.
The church was named the Holy Cross and had a surprise for the visitor, in the shape of this wonderful Angel.

It was a truly inspiring picture.

From this church, it was, but a short walk down the road to my starting point in Uley, where a pint of the local brew 'Uley Bitter' assuaged my thirst and let me dwell on those wonderful views I had seen earlier.

This week by way of a visit to relations, near Cirencester, found me at The Tunnel House at Coates.
By pure serendipity ( honest) I found that a beer festival had just started.

The Beer was laid out in barrels on trestles in a large tent. I accepted the friendly landlord's recommendation and invested in a golden brown nectar named 'Danish Gold' from Stonehenge Brewery.
(knocks your rocks off ? )

The picture above shows the Tunnel House, which used to be home to construction workers building the canal. It was burnt down in 1952 and converted into a pub (lucky move!)

When one walks down old stone steps, the canal level is reached and an idea of the Severn Thames Canal can be seen.

For futher details re this canal refer to postings : 'Sapperton Walk' 22/05/'11 and 'Trail Notes ' 10/07/'10

So as you can see with all this history staring at you, more than just a place to have a drink and bite to eat.

Ciao4now

Ck.

If You Go Down The Woods Today.

2011-07-24T04:24:00.000-07:00

One of the curiosities in the Forest of Dean, is PuzzleWood, near Coleford. It is a 14 acre site filled with ancient woodland.

http://www.puzzlewood.net/index.htm

It has been used as a location for the television programmes "Dr. Who ' and 'Merlin'; it feels different with its old paths and moss- encrusted trees.

As you see it is an especially enchanted place; well worth a visit.
However, you should note the woodland paths are worn and one can slip on them.
I would strongly advise walking shoes/boots and sturdy out-door gear.

Have a good week; Glorious Goodwood ahead, so panamas are required, especially as there will be plenty of sun this week.

Enjoy: and as always, love the one you're with.

Ck.

Trail Notes

2011-07-10T06:34:00.000-07:00

So it was, that I came to the village of Eastville Turville, living cheek by jowl, with Eastville Martin. The walk, of 4.5 miles in duration was "The Leach Valley." It was taken from ' Short Walks in The Cotswolds ' Pub. Collins June 2010.

The reason, dear readers, why I am giving this information, is that unfortunately, although a recent publication, I had difficulty in following the route. By chance I also met with a couple , on the walk, using this book, who like me, lost their way.
This is unacceptable; instructions given, should give no room for doubt, not giving reason for miss-interpretation, and thus spoiling the event.
That's the raspberries.

But, of course like nearly all Cotswold jaunts, there are views to be shared and joys to be had.

The walk started by the lovely River Leach and came round the bend to The Keble Bridge, one of the most photographed spots in the Cotswolds; lovely when adorned with daffodils in the Spring

The interesting thing was that the walk, followed close to the River and once outside the village the river/ stream dried up, producing this river bed.

I believe, it was shortly after the above location , that I should have taken a left over a gate into the field ( although not indicated in the instructions ), rather than go straight on, towards a distant gate.

But, in so doing I found a bonus in the form of wild Poppies and Thistles on display.

Overlooked delights, waiting for the camera.

To finish this posting, here are two shots of Lyme Regis, which I visited last Monday (4/7). It was a sunny day and the Jurassic Coastline looked its alluring best.

NR " Hornblower and the 'Atropos' " by C.S. Forester. I have read the opening two chapters, which deals in particular with the Thames and Severn Canal and the Sapperton Tunnel. ( I have already mentioned this in posting 22/05/'11 'Sapperton Walk' ) In its day, it was hailed as a great achievement, running two miles in length. The book gives a great account of what it was like to 'leg' the barge through the tunnel, using two men, in pitch darkness. Further more, at times these men had to cover themselves with a tarpaulin, in order to shelter from underground springs which broke through the roof of the tunnel. Grim work indeed.

The book also mentions STAUNCHES , near Inglesham. These were dams across the Thames with a fall of five to six feet, that the boats had to 'run' down or with greater difficulty, especially for the two horses 'run' up. A very interesting read indeed.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Legging_(canals)#Legging_in_canal_tunnels

Ciao4now.

Ck.

Respected Sir.....

2011-07-03T04:21:00.000-07:00

" Respected Sir,
   I am normally a patient, calm, citizen, only getting a triffle agitated, when boundary catches are dropped, warm beer is served and Edward 'Weddingband' comes on the goggle-box.
But enough is enough. I feel compelled to send this missile to your worthy newspaper; in the hope that, in doing so, it will vent some of my bile.

The facts are these: Last Friday , on the first of July, I was taking the dogs Macmillian and Eden for their morning constitutional. I was just getting over a bout of the 'Delhi Belly', blowing hot and cold, so to speak, when upon an green island , by the Pub, I espied a bunch of job-seekers and general slackers. They were smoking, leaning against vehicles, playing with 'boy-toys', taking up the oxygen and making the place look untidy.

Putting my dogs on full alert, I made my way through this motley bunch, until I was stopped by a Johnnie Jobsworth, with a security badge, next to a Road Closed sign.
" I'm sorry sir, you can't walk this way, the road is closed "

  " Another gas leak, bit early for the local Hunt and those Saboteurs," I enquired

  " I'm sorry sir, I can't say ." thrusting an official paper forward.

   " When will the road be open again ? "

" Seven 'o' clock this evening," he replied, scratching his nose; " of course if you live in this village I can grant you access to your property."

" Generous to a fault, but I live in West Leech. "

" Sorry then Sir."

There was nothing for it , I made my back to the Manse, pondering whether Camilla was moving house to the quality county of Oxfordshire; or could it be some new venue for Nick Fence and his party.

Imagine, then my total revulsion and disgust, when I found out from the Memsahib, that the closure was due to Stirling's daughter Kate's marriage nuptials, at the local church and later in the village.

If that was not bad enough, without the Parson's permission, she has brought a mansion here, which will be the base for her reception.

Now, as I have said, I'm a calm, patient , tax- paying (keep the 'Boy George' happy), English citizen, but this whole affair has made my blood boil and the beta-blockers on full alarm mode.
Why has my right to roam being denied? Why must my dogs suffer? Just because some Popsicle is on 'heat', village life must cease for a day; not to mention the invasion of those low-life scribblers (present readers exempted ), to our local community.

Respected Sir, If you hear of any further celebrity wedding events in the Cotswolds, perhaps through the medium of your paper, you can remind them of the bracing air and photo opportunities to be had in Mid-Wales; with the added value, to be had from the massed chapel choirs, serenading the couple en-route to the airport.

I'm glad I've got this matter off my chest. I'm now beginning to breathe slower and after this afternoon's Martini; all should be pucker again.


Yours Faithfully,
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The above spoof is dedicated to the memory of the Late Vivian Stanshall and the Late Peter Tinniswood, who kept the torch of Albion burning.

Ck.

New 'Ark , New 'Ark: Scrubby Boots

2011-06-27T09:25:00.000-07:00

Last Wednesday (22/6), after my MOT on my gums (failed again), I found myself at the National Trust owned property of Newark Park, near the quaintly named Ozleworth. I find it a deeply satisfying place to visit, because it has trees, a lake and most importantly to me, a view from the top storey, towards the Mendips, unsurpassed in the Cotswolds and pretty much anywhere.

To get an idea of the elevation of the house, here is the view from the back.

Now here are two views from the upper windows.

If you enlarge the first view, you should be able to see the tower, that is Tyndale's Monument.
( See Way Ahead 30/06/'09 )

Impressive view, which has remained, thankfully, unchanged.

Newark Park, has a lake, which appeared to be well stocked with fish.

I think you can see the evidence of the above remark from this picture.

Finally, walking away from the lake, on the rising ground towards the house, I found all by itself, in the sunlight this fish sculpture? at least I thought it was. What's your view ?

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Last Friday (24/6) I made my way to the village of Finstock; where you say?

Well it is a small village near Whitney in the county of Oxfordshire.
The reason for the visit was to try out one of the new "Step Into The Cotswolds " walks; meant, I believe as a taster for the region. The circular walk was, just two miles in length.

This is one of the special waymarkers used for these walks.

Now stand by for the raspberries.

Finstock was a very quiet, tidy village, with little vehicular movements and a general absence of people.
So far so good; but the walk itself, reasonably waymarked, was to my eyes, completely unremarkable.
Much of the footpaths, although not overgrown, led the walker along scrubby grassland, near a sewage works and up an aptly named Dark Lane which ended at a road called 'The Bottom.' One got that sinking feeling.

The following photographs, show some of the highlights ( thank goodness for that horse).

That was about it.
True, it was, a mostly flat terrain and as long as you kept turning right, you completed the walk; but it didn't inspire and I felt let down. I hope the other walks in the series are better prospects, in order to encourage people to our lovely Cotswolds.

Horse Talk: This is in danger of becoming a weekly feature, on the Queen's horse "Carlton House"; which ran yesterday in the Irish Derby. Once again he failed to last the one and half mile trip, finishing fourth, behind the O'Brien trained three. Please revert to one and a quarter and go to York. We need a royal victory.

Well bless 'em Elbow didn't let the fans down at Glastonbury; the crowd responses to their anthems was truely spine-tingling. Well Played Chaps !
No Glasto. next year, because, in part, of those pesky 'pics.
Glad I didn't apply for any of the tickets.

Enjoy the week; don't expect Murray to win ( he's minted enough already-- Ho Ho). 1.1million to the winners; no inflation worries there I feel.
Enough of this carping,
Ciao4now,
Ck.
P.S.

This 'twitpic is a drawing by Margaret Atwood, of the twitter group reading her book "The Blind Assassin", of which I am a member.
The group name, being (@ 1book140). This month July, we start discussions on a new book " Kafka on the Shore," by my favourite Japanese Author Haruki Murakmi; of whom more later.

Camden Frolics: Rain didn't stop play.

2011-06-19T08:15:00.000-07:00

Last Saturday 11th June, I went to The King's School Cricket Ground in the City of Gloucester; to watch a 20/20 game of cricket, between Gloucestershire and Surrey. The game started promptly at 5:30p.m., even though during the day there had been drizzle and rain showers.

20/20 is the new 'gung-ho' form of cricket tailored to the demands of television, with each innings concluded in an hour and a quarter and thus a result certain within a time-frame of four hours.
A white ball is used, allowing floodlights to be switched on if needed.

Sleep is not permitted in this form of cricket as there are loud public address announcements, with regard to bowlers, wickets and fours and sixes dispatched by the home team. Sound bites are used including a pernicious " Yo- Ho " at the start of each over.

What amused me was that the crowd never really responded to all these exhortations, immured to Glos losing, and even during the final overs, when, because of the run rate that Surrey needed, it was clear that the home side were going to win, little shouting was heard.

But WIN we did !

A sad note to end this account, is the strong possibility that the aforementioned game, may be the last cricket game to be played at Gloucester.
The reducing of the fixture list next year, combined with the financial implications of staging such events rules out all venues, except the profit making Cheltenham Festival and the 'home' ground at Bristol.

In the future there may be a four day county match played in the City, but this I feel is unlikely.
I hope I am proved wrong.

Indeed, today (19) I read in the Sunday Mail, the following salutary remark.

"It's been flagged up before, but it really does seem that this year one or two counties might go under, and that county cricket, the cornerstone of our Test success, could now face a long slow death- alone unloved and unwatched" 1 Philip Robinson from article ' In Affectionate Remembrance Of English Cricket"

Depressing news indeed.

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On a brighter note visited Camden Market in London, during last week. Thankfully it was dry and much warmer, than when I first visited. ( See Market Forces 23/10/'10)

It possesses an energy and vitality that I have not seen anywhere else. Everywhere there is evidence of creativity and ideas, which draw you to the stalls.

Here, for example we see the ingenious use of sawn-off scooters used as seats at a canal-side cafe bar.

And here we see the large Trainer and 'Dark Angel' attached to the exterior of these shops.

I like the community feel, one experiences in Camden; which enables you to slow down and take stock of what's on offer.

There are numerous food stalls supplying food from many regions of the world, and what's great they all want you to taste their wares; it makes for a colourful experience.

My final picture of the market, was taken from an upper floor, looking down upon a sculpture of two working horses pulling a carriage laden with goods.

Talking of horses, reminds me to tell you, if you didn't already know, that the Queen's horse in the Derby "Carlton House" finished an honourable third. It probably didn't stay the trip, but I have high hopes if he turns up for the Group 1 Juddmonte International to be run at York on August 17th, over a shorter distance on an easier track, he may prevail. I hope so.

Enjoy Glastonbury at the end of this week. Looking forward to Elbow ( Saturday) sing along to those anthems and the great old man of the blues B.B. King (Friday).

Rock On !

Ck.

Festival Daze: Like a Rolling Stone(s)

2011-06-10T10:42:00.000-07:00

Last Saturday, pitched up at Cheltenham Racecourse, the site of The Wychwood Festival; with the main idea of seeing Robyn Hitchcock and his Imaginary Band play their tribute to Captain Beeheart ( who as you probably know I'm more than a little keen on).
As my friend K. and I entered the site down came the rain (penance for enjoyment), but by the time we reached the BBC introducing Tent,( for new acts,) with friendly bar (reward!); the rain was easing to a light shower.

A pint of 'Tunnel Vision' soon revived flagging spirits and we made our way out of the tent and began to look at the stalls. Right, from the start we could sense the laid back atmosphere and the calm peaceful air, which pervaded the festival.
I'm pleased to report that this initial reaction to the festival, remained unchanged throughout the time we were there. It was always a family-pleasing, pleasant place to be.

This shows the way to the main stage (the silver and white structure to the right.)

Later in the afternoon, K. and I sat down in front of the stage and watched a charming folk set by Eliza Carthy and her Band.

At just before five 'o' clock Robyn came onto the stage.

Here is a short video of the band playing " Big-eyed Beans from Venus."
It gets a little shakey, because I was not able to keep still (sorry folks); but hey, you gotta live rock in the moment; haven't you?

The above picture shows Robyn on harmonica. I like the attention to detail; in that the album he was performing was entitled 'Clear Spot' and although they were not clear spots; note shirt and matching guitar. I liked that.

Later in the early evening, Neville Staple took to the main stage and wowed the audience, by revisiting his Specials and Funboy Three hits, with great energy and gusto.

By seven thirty this festival goer, had used up his excitement quotidian; and after a delicious ostrich burger (the lean meat makes it o.k.) , K. and I called it a day and made our way home.
Must do this more often; slept well that night.

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On Wednesday (8/6) I visited the rollright stones; the most east- ward stone circle in England. It lies just inside the Oxfordshire/ Gloucestershire border near Chipping Norton.

Learn more at:

http://www.rollrightstones.co.uk/

The first picture, of the main circle, amused me with the juxtaposition of the old and new. I named it 'Rollin' the Stones.'

The second picture are of the wonderful 'Whispering Knights.' They are to be found, on their own about a quarter of a mile from the main circle.

And that brings 'the curtain down ' on this blog.

Enjoy Royal Ascot,

Ciao4now

Ck.

The Accordion of Time: Ducks and Weeds

2011-05-29T12:50:00.000-07:00

It occurs to me that time can be a little like an accordion; it seems to compress itself bringing to mind fragments of conversations, together with sounds of music and 'pictures' of places.

The older you grow; the greater the compression; making it difficult to sequence when these things actually happened.

Try thinking of a song from the past. Now try putting a date to when it first occurred. Check your guess and depending upon your age and whether your song has a time memory 'tag'; you're probably going to be wrong.

The other day, armed with the knowledge that the wicket was damp, the atmosphere redolent of imminent drizzle; and the north wind was starting to blow; being, clearly, the first day of summer.

Into my mind came unbidden the song "Here Comes Summer"; the one that goes # Oh, let the sun shine bright on my happy summer home #.

For the rest of that morning I tried in vain to remember who had originally recorded the song, to no avail.
Stumped, I turned to Mr. Google and found out it was a Mr. Jerry Keller (who he?) and amazingly it was dated 1959. How could this be? The song, surely not over fifty years of age; but it was. Enough said!

Visited the local wetlands recently. The ground was 'rock hard' but there was a pleasant amount of avian life about, including two herons in a corner of the lake, which I viewed from the Hide.
I also spotted these two ducks, on the canal , just inside the entrance to the wetlands.

Further along the canal, near to the footbridge, where one can gain access to the other bank, I noticed, in a small area how choked up the canal was. It reminded me that you can't let Nature off the lead for long.

Well with June starting this Wednesday, let's hope for a return to higher temperatures and those warm, summer nights. Oh, I feel a song coming on......

Time to leave.

Ciao4now
Ck.

Sapperton Walk

2011-05-22T10:43:00.000-07:00

Looking back over my notes, I realized that I have neglected writing a few remarks about a short circular walk I completed, which started in the Gloucestershire village of Sapperton in the vicinity of the parish Church of St. Kenelm.
Taking the road, away from the church, the footpath is reached on the right; being a narrow track, between houses, which leads down into a pleasing grassy valley.

The white building you can see in the mid-distance is the "Daneway" Public House, which provides a convenient half-way 'watering hole'.

The walk continues down to the bottom of the valley and then enters into woodland.
The woodland track runs by the disused Thames and Severn Canal. Wild flowers grow profusely on the ground and, of course the trees provide welcome shade for the walker.
The track leads to a canal tunnel.

The Severn and Thames Canal Tunnel situated at Sapperton, was between 1789- 1811 the largest tunnel of any kind in England. It was superseded by The Huddersfield Canal Tunnel. There was no towpath and 'legging' using their feet was the only way to propel the barges through the tunnel.

A fictional account of this may be read in the book " Hornblower and the Atropos" by C.S. Forester.

Reference to my blog posting " More Flowing Moments" 14/04/'11 will remind readers that this canal joins the Thames at Lechlade, on its way to the capital; carrying Cotswold cheeses and stones.

Here is another view of the canal bridge.

Shortly after this point the aforementioned 'Daneway' pub is reached; where a refreshing pint of 'Wadworths' beer may be quaffed at your leisure.

The walk continues with a careful crossing of a road, which runs by the pub, to join the canal track on the far side. the walk then follows the canal until it is crossed by means of a small bridge to join the other bank.
Turning left the walk continues, up a rising slope to eventually meet the road. Turning left again, quickly brings the 'Daneway' into view; where upon the walk retraces its steps back to Sapperton Village.

Finally here is a view walking back up the valley towards Sapperton.

Ciao4now.

Ck.

Toys for the Boys

2011-05-18T09:52:00.000-07:00

Visited Snowshill Manor,near Broadway today.
I noticed near the Restaurant, an unusual replica wind toy, with back-up electric motor.

Snowshill Manor houses the amazing collection of Mr. Charles Wade, with over 22,000 objects; including toys.

Above is the original toy model, suspended from the ceiling in the attic of the Manor.

The replica was built by volunteer Barry Silcock and took over seven years to construct.

Although, it has been up for a season, it still has problems when the wind gets up, and conversely, when the wind dies, it needs a heavier weight to start the electric motor up.

It still looks mighty impressive though.

As interesting as the Wade collection is; I prefer the Manor Garden with many arresting borders.

Also because the Manor is positioned, near the top of the Cotswold escarpment, there is always the valley to look down upon.

See also : New Bits: Cotswold Coda 12/07/'10.

Further information will be found at:

http://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/main/w-snowshillmanor

That's it for this post.

Ciao4now

Ck.

Tyntesfield - short reprise.

2011-05-15T09:33:00.000-07:00

When I last visited Tyntesfield, the large Victorian House and Gardens in 2010, situated near the Bristol to Clevedon Road (B3130) ,

( see Hitting the Heights 22/05/'10) the roof was being restored and the building was festooned in scaffolding.

Now a year on, the house's exterior has been brought back to its original state.

As you can it really is a magnificent property and testimony to the work of the National Trust. On my recent visit the House was closed, and I gather much needs still to be done, to bring some of the rooms back to a viewable state. There is a special problem with the outside natural light, which causes damage to the material and fabrics, if too much is allowed to intrude.

As, in most things, it is a question of balance, to enable the public to see the interiors, yet not harm the rooms. In this respect, naturally photography with flash cannot be permitted.

However, apart from the house, the grounds and formal gardens are a treat for the eyes.

The rhododendrons were splendid also.

Ciao4now

Ck.

Brighton/ May Song

2011-05-13T10:14:00.000-07:00

Sea flowing bringing

the pier pressure of:

doughnuts,

rings,

fragments,

pebbles,

stones,

and diamonds,

which engage your attention

in " The Lanes."

Brighton, fishing for compliments;

But;

full of Eastern promise.

Ck. 11/05/'11.

P.S. Carlton Hall did 'the business' for H.R. M. at York in the 'Dante' yesterday, coming through a narrow gap to win with plenty in hand. Now as low as 6/4 Fav. for the Derby on Saturday June 4th 2011. Royal Wedding/ Winner?

The Miller's Tale.

2011-05-08T05:28:00.000-07:00

It's been a good time for the Royals. The Wedding, showed that even "backs to the wall" Britain, when it came to ceremonies and State rituals was peerless in the execution of such events. The rain was not allowed to ' rain on their parade '; the snaps were taken; the media and crowd went home happy and within hours factories in south east Asia were ' knocking off ' copies of the Wedding Dress.

The newly titled Duke and Duchess of Cambridge de-camped to Anglesey, in Wales; thereby allowing Duke William to keep his eye on his father's kingdom.

The aforementioned Prince of Wales, managed to have a few words with the President, in Washington ensuring that his organic food products, "Duchy Originals" were reaching the White House and no doubt giving the President tips on the 'Greening of the U.S.'.

With Electoral Reform, off the menu for another generation, the 'great and the good' went back to the shires, content with a job well done.

The crowd pleasing and effortlessly urbane Henry Cecil; collector of silk ties and toy soldiers, found himself in the winner's enclosure, at flat racing's headquarters, Newmarket; which itself was the creation of King James1 in the 17th Century.

Henry was there, because his horse Frankel, had just won the first classic of the season, The 2,000 Guineas. A master of the understatement he declared his horse " was quite good you know.".

Quite good indeed ! Frankel had won the race by six lengths ( first time ever by such a distance in this race) and he was purported to have beaten the Newbury train in a training gallop.

His next race looks to be the St. James's Palace Stakes at Royal Ascot; where his attendance will inspire crowd numbers and probably lead to further sales of silly hats.

It is also rumoured the The Queen has a possible Derby winner with her colt Carlton House. The Royal Trainer, Sir Michael Stoute, is cautiously optimistic. All will be revealed this week when the horse races in the Derby trial , The Dante at York, on the Knavesmire (named thus, because in olden times traitors were hanged there. ) We shall see.

So it was that yesterday 7th May, I found myself near Tetbury, in the 'Royal Triangle ', close to Highgrove, Charles and Camilla's residence, on the trail of organic flour, at Shipton Mill.

http://www.shipton-mill.com/

I was certainly glad that I had used the above web-link, in order to find directions to this mill.

The road to Malmesbury is taken from Tetbury, passing through the village of Long Newnton and past the turning to Charlton on the left.
Here I quote. " A short distance further there is a lay-by on the right, with a single large ivy covered old tree at the end of it. At the end of the lay-by is a rough track. Turn right down this track and Shipton Mill is at the bottom; the offices are on the left."
Without the benefit of this information, the Mill would be hard to spot, as there are no road signs to indicate its whereabouts; very discreet indeed.

Naturally, the mill has Royal Patronage.

Taken through a window, the actual machinery.

The flour ? sublime and reasonably priced at £2.30 for 1.5Kg.

Happy Baking !

Ciao4now

Ck.

A picture post card

2011-04-30T12:47:00.000-07:00

Few words: few pictures; no theme, just events from the last two weeks in April 2011.

I saw a twist in the river Coln.

I looked down on the contented village of Uley.

From the car I saw the Severn valley stretch before me.

I observed a green way of cutting grass.

The flags and bunting went out in the towns.

And, oh yes there was that wedding .

Ciao4now

Ck.

Winchcombe: The Missing Bits + xtras

2011-04-23T06:22:00.000-07:00

In a recent post " Winchcombe Caught Knapping" 01/04/'11 , I lamented the fact that on this Cotswold Way circular walk, I made the wrong deduction and went the wrong way from Belas Knap.
Thus on Tuesday 12th April 2011, I set out to partly re-trace my steps, allowing me to finish the walk, using the correct route.

The day was similar in temperature, but the clouds were more wispy and the ground underfoot, still remained firm.
The uphill track from opposite the Cricket Ground, was this time bereft of horses, and reaching the top I headed off on the road diagonally left for about a quarter of a mile.

The views to the valley below were superb.

In a while a track took the walker left and downwards, past cottages, with wonderful views eastwards, towards Sudeley Castle and Winchcombe.

After following the path to the right of farm buildings, you are led through meadows and over stiles, as you descend to Winchcombe.

In the above picture, you can clearly see Sudeley Castle in the mid-distance.

Before, my finishing words on the walk, I wanted to draw your attention to the pleasing yellow sign on the waymarking post.
As, I hope you can see, it marks the Winchcombe Way, with the excellent declaration that "walkers are welcome."
This is the example, we want to see in all the places the Cotswold Way visits and of course other towns, where walking trails pass through.
Well done Winchcombe !

Back to our circular walk, which concludes, by reaching the road, just above the entrance to the castle.
Turning left onto the road and then walking back down, brings the walker to the corner of Vineyard Street and the War Memorial, from whence the walk commenced.

Overall then, a very pleasing, easy on the eye, walk with steep uphill sections complemented, by long downward stretches, on the return.
Belas Knap, repays the strenuous journey, with its sense of ancient history. However, I would recommend, walking in either Spring or Autumn, as you may become a triffle tired in the heat of the Summer.
Follow the green signs (see picture above) at all times and you won't go wrong.
Enjoy the countryside.

Finally, to finish, here are four photographs, taken from three locations, where I have recently been.

They are: Croome Park (NT) ( No.1)
Withington (2,3)
Cam Long Down (4)

Have a good Easter break.

Ciao4now

Ck.

Thames Coda: New Seasons Colours

2011-04-17T13:06:00.000-07:00

I have now walked the Thames Path from its source near Kemble to Castle Eaton and also from the Riverside Car Park to St John's Lock, situated just past Lechlade. I will probably not bother with the ' missing ' 3.5 miles, as it involves, walking over a mile on the busy A361 road and apart from Inglesham Church has little to recommend it.

At some time in the future, I may find myself at Oxford, Marlow or Windsor for example and will report on the Thames then.

I hope, at least, that I have shown you how, from a trickle near the source, the infant Thames, often called Isis, develops in size and power, until at Lechlade, it reaches enough maturity to; in olden days, allow barges to convey cheese and stone to London.

My last posting, tried to point, with prose, picture and video this journey from stream to river.
I must however set the record straight, by admitting, that "Father Thames" was commissioned in 1854 for Crystal Palace and was sculpted by Raffaele Monti.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raffaelle_Monti

It was brought, at first to the source of the Thames and then later to its present spot at St John's Lock.
Therefore I took poetic licence, when I suggested, in my poem if ' Father Thames dreamed of noise and rust---', as it did not have any validation.

But as it fitted the narrative arc, I trust you will forgive me.

Here are two further photographs of the Thames(Isis), taken near Castle Eaton, which show the river trying to break free of the encroaching vegetation.

Yesterday I visited, Hidcote Manor Garden, a National Trust Property.

For extra detail visit my post " Sheer Brillance 25/05/'10."

The colours were vibrant and sharp under the blue April sky. Here are three photographic memories of the day. Enjoy.

N.R. picked up for a few pence at a charity shop, and first published in book form in 1891, I am currently reading " The Picture of Dorian Gray " by Oscar Wilde. It is a great delight to read such wonderful prose; that you feel you need to stop at points and underline sections for future reference.
Ater all this time, the story has a shock value, with an interesting idea and remains Oscar's only novel.

Once again, have a good week ahead.
Ciao4now
Ck.

More Flowing Moments

2011-04-14T12:36:00.000-07:00

From Gloucestershire stones a wetness becomes

a slow trickle:

modest, feeding from springs,

'til a stream issues forth;

sallying twixt meadows and driven

under lane and road.

Kemble, Ewen and Somerford Keynes

like watery solicitors rush by,

without disturbing the flow

of baby Isis, until gravel pits

subsume the infant into

a water park bath.

Near Cricklade, bank order is restored again.

Ancient meadowlands wait for their Easter flowers

and in time fritillary of snake's- head nod to

the coming river.

Onwards past Cricklade, in tight curves the slim river
forces through reeds and engulfing
vegetation.

Then at Lechlade,waist is expanded
and authority is assumed.
Isis is Thames.

Proud H'penny Bridge in toll position,
near long gone conjunction with
the Severn Canal
remembers waggons and barges
laden with Cotswold stone and cheeses
journeying downriver to
'The Smoke.'

Does Father Thames, somnolent
in St.John's Lock, dream of days of
noise and dust,
sweat and rust;
now that
life has become a mere pleasure cruise?

DRC14/04/'11

Ciao4now

Ck.

Life Flows, in a Courtly Fashion.

2011-04-10T08:27:00.000-07:00

The above photograph shows the scene at Marine Lake, Clevedon, last Wednesday 6th April 2011. It was a beautiful, still day. The lakeside was strangely quiet, with no seagulls to be heard and only three adults using radio control to guide model yachts across the lake's surface.

I should explain, that Clevedon is on the coast, and this was the view from the other side of the lake.

This was also deserted and apart from a few bottles mindlessly smashed against the rocks, Clevedon had a peaceful sense of innocence. Sandwiches and coffee went down well.

http://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/main/w-clevedoncourt

Within a couple of miles of Clevedon, is the National Trust property of Clevedon Court.

This view is taken from the rear of the building; from the aspect of the terraced garden.

Here the photograph shows a more elevated picture.

The early April blossom was on display.

Clevedon Court, in core form, has survived since medieval times, and the remains of a portcullis, can still be seen in the front entrance.The court was purchased in 1709 by Abraham Elton, and is still the family home of his descendants today.

The Court is open to the public on Wednesday,Thursday and Saturday afternoons from 2-5 pm.

This portrait, situated at the top of of a stair; caught my eye.

It is of Wiliam Makepeace Thackeray ( 1811 - 1863 ) "Business first; pleasure afterwards."

He was a frequent visitor to the court and letters to 'lady friends ' may be seen.

The court has excellent exhibitions of Nailsea glass and Eltonware 'slipware ' pottery.

The above pots were inlaid with gold and platinum, and had a most lustrous shine.

Clevedon Court, with quality exhibits , quality gardens;( having over 200 acres to explore), was certainly a quality visit.

On Thursday 7th April, I ventured down to the Coombe Hill Wetlands. The ground was very firm underfoot and I noticed that the canal banks had been cut back during the winter period.

I reached the Grundon bird hide, but saw little avian activity.

Finally, a quote from Oscar Wilde " There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written or badly written. That is all. "

Does this apply to blogs to?

Ciao4now

Ck.

Winchcombe: Caught Knapping

2011-04-03T06:05:00.000-07:00

Date: Tuesday 29th March 2011

Location: Winchcombe, Gloucestershire.

Purpose : Cotswold Way Circular Walk: 4. Winchcombe and Belas Knap.

Distance: 5.25 miles.

Conditions: generally grey, but sun possibly emerging later. Good to firm ground.

Temperature: 8 - 11 degrees C.

All went well at the start; the picture above shows daffodils at the point along Vineyard Street, where the trail turns right and heads across a grassy meadow " in the shadow of St. Peter's Church."

After passing along field boundaries, Corndale Lane is reached.

Turn left, and continue along the road for about .25 miles until a right is taken to pass by the Winchcombe Cricket Ground. The walk then continues on the left via a kissing gate up a steeply rising field.

In this field were many horses.

This field represents a good fitness check; as it is a tiring ascent.

In the top left hand corner is a further kissing gate, leading onto a road. At this point the mission went wrong.

My directions had instructed me to go right leaving the Cotswold Way , but I thought this was meant for the shorter 3.5 mile walk , which bypassed Belas Knap. So, mistakenly, I crossed the road and ascended by paths and fields to reach Belas Knap.

This is a wonderful iconic Cotswold landmark; being a Neolithic Long Barrow, dating back over 6,000 years.

A perfect spot for rest, reflection, and of course a cuppa'.

Here, also is a picture of one of the side views of the barrow.

Following, rest I carried on the Cotswold Way, moving away from the barrow in the wrong direction.

Even more perplexing, dear reader, after awhile I espied a green circular walk sign, deluding me, that I was back on track. I carried onwards and found these old ramblin' farm buildings.

I couldn't match these striking barns, with the detail on my trail plan; so I knew I was on the wrong path.

I came to realize, that the confusing green signs, in fact related to the nearby Cleeve Hill Circular Walk.

Reluctantly, I headed back to the Knap; and then as I retraced my route I saw those signs again.

It dawned on me, that if I had followed that road green sign, I would have been led up to Belas Knap, by another route, and then of course by descending, my former way, would have been back on my circular walk.

All then became clear, ( although you're not following, I guess), but knowing that, by the time , I got back to the starting point, I would have walked 6 miles. I decided that was enough for the day.

As Yoda might have said: ' Complete the walk later we will.'

Have a restful week and make good investments at Aintree.

Ciao4now

Ck.

Dove Down: Dove Up: Dover's Hill

2011-03-23T04:48:00.000-07:00

Let's start with a video. It's shot in HD, so it should be good. It shows the view from the trig-point on Dover's Hill, near Chipping Campden, and is our start point for our Cotswold Way circular walk.

Date: Saturday 19th March,2011.
Location: Dover's Hill
Purpose : Cotswold Way circular walk No. 1 " Chipping Campden"
Conditions: Sunny, blue skies, ground drying quickly, temperature 8 - 10 degrees
Distance: 2.5 - 3.00 miles (aprox.)

Perceptive readers will have noticed that the walk is entitled "Chipping Campden," yet my start point is Dover's Hill. My reasons are twofold: 1 The walk commences in Chipping Campden and walks up-to Dover's Hill following the Cotswold Way. It is a steep climb, and rather than follow the old route, it was easier to use the Dover's Hill car park and continue on the fresh part ( to me) of the walk.
2. The good citizens of Chipping Campden, seemed to me less than enthusiastic towards the Way, with poor signing and a general reluctance to broadcast where the actual start of the 102 mile walk was.
you can see pic. from older post " "Beginnings, Ends & the Man with the Trimba " 02/06/'09
I therefore decided not to give them my patronage again.

Walking to the right from the car park, this is the lovely scene, that greets you.
Following the path by the hedge, until you come to a kissing- gate. this marks the break from the Cotswold Way. Our route carries on, further right following the fenceline to reach a gate, through which you pass to enter a small woody copse. Taking a left-hand track you soon reach a kissing- gate; from where you emerge in a down-facing field leading you to the woods at the bottom.
The route continues in the right hand corner leading into the leafy calm of Lynches wood; but take a moment to walk instead to the left hand corner of the field, where a bench awaits, offering this view and the chance for a vacuum flask session.

Note: if you decide not to stop, it is worth mentioning that you will meet this bench later in the walk, when you exit from Lynches wood.

Lynches wood, is a pleasant covering of trees, offering shade on a hot day. It contains according to the walk sheet " the area's finest show of bluebells in May." The walker is led through the wood in a clearly marked anti- clockwise direction, at first downwards and then upwards via some wooden steps.

The picture shows a gap through the trees, looking down to the village below, and thereby giving the viewer, some idea of the elevation involved.

Once exited from the wood, near to the aforementioned bench; you are on the 'finishing straight.' The path stays right, and then curves right up the slope, eventually passing a pond,

on the way to the trig point and thus completion of our smaller circuit.

This is a very satisfying walk, with scenic views of the highest quality, right from the start. Moreover, there is a quiet serenity about aspects of this journey, particularly the downward grassy slopes. One does not need to walk any distance to feel the beauty of the place. Ideal to stop and picnic.

Ciao4now

Ck.

A Pick 'O Grass In The Hill Fort

2011-03-20T09:26:00.000-07:00

The Date: 16th March 2011.
Location: " The Dog Inn " Old Sodbury
Conditions: Grey/ Misty 4 - 6 degrees, Dry.
Purpose: " Cotswold Way Circular Walk 11 ' Old Sodbury - The Hill Fort and Church .'
Distance: 2.5 Miles.

The walk starts from The "Dog Inn '' on the corner of the busy A432 Chipping Sodbury road; which the walker must take care crossing over. Once across, rather than follow the opposite road, up towards Old Sodbury village, take a left and continue through the gates of a drive passing two cottages and a barn; usually containing cattle and onto a field. Crossed diagonally to reach a kissing gate and right upwards to the Church, which hugs the summit of the slope.

This rather elegant array of ancient crosses greets the walker as the church is reached.

This fascinating, medieval church and churchyard, richly deserves your attention, before you continue.
Further details and pictures can be found via a previous posting. " A Tale Of Two Churches: Radar Views." 18/03/ '10.

Once through the churchyard, the walk proceeds up a path to the left of the village primary school, which leads,eventually to a grassy field which looks over the valley below. The path fringes the trees to the left and has an almost meditative quality, usually embracing a deep quiet.

After a kissing gate , the route turns right and rises steeply through the trees until the spatial grounds of the Old Sodbury Hill Fort are reached.
This Iron Age Fort according to the Way Guidebook " has widely spaced double ramparts and encloses an area of over 10 acres ( 4 hectares ). " (p. 118). It apparently was also used to shelter Edward 1V before a decisive battle of the War of the Roses in 1471.

Some indication of the size of the ramparts can be gleaned from this picture I took looking up at the trees at the perimeter.

Near where I took the above shot , I spied some farm buildings and some horses grazing.

I subsequently wandered over the ditch to the inner ground of the fort and sat down to eat my sandwiches and drink my coffee. After a while I looked up and found to my surprise the big chestnut horse eye-balling me. He had led the others up the slope between the ditch and into the enclosure , and when he realized I had no grub, he walked forwards to join his companions to take a pick of grass.

As I watched this peaceful scene, in front of me, I mused, how in bygone days, this very space would be thronging with noise, people, horses, tradesmen, buildings and the smells from all the cooking going on.

Refreshed I walked on to the far left corner of the fort and followed the path through a kissing gate, to walk down a wooded track to finally, arrive at a small orchard, in which I saw some guinea fowl.

Passing out of the orchard onto a road, where one turns right, to walk down for about a quarter of mile.

Here the walker leaves the Cotswold Way, at a kissing gate with green circular sign on the left side of the road.
This needs to be looked out for, otherwise the walker will reach Little Sodbury and then have to retrace his/her steps.

The route back after leaving the Way is a flat straight walk, through fields, until the Way is rejoined near the farm buildings, from whence the journey started.

In conclusion, this is an excellent short starter walk, which reveals some of the pleasures to be had in walking the Cotswold Way.

Ciao4now
Ck.

On Broadway.

2011-03-15T05:15:00.000-07:00

Tuesday 8th March 2011. Clear blue sky; ground moist and slightly cloying in places; Temperature 5 - 7 degrees C.
Location: Broadway, Worcestershire.

The Object: Cotswold Way Circular Walk No.2 " Broadway and the Tower. "
Distance: 4 miles.

This walk exemplifies a classic Cotswold outing; being an even mixture of up and down modes; a yin and yang route, if you will.

Starting at the war memorial, on the High Street in Broadway, the walk quickly progresses via a right turn into an 'activity park & picnic area ' and thence into footpaths through green fields until the Snowshill Road is reached.
Turning left, one steadily climbs to reach St. Eadburgha's Church, which dates in part to the 11th Century.

After the church, the route turns left passing through a gateway into a muddy track, called Coneygree Lane, named, as the instructions said " after the 'free ' rabbit warren granted here by Henry 111 in 1251. "
Poles are needed at this point, as the gradient forces you relentlessly upwards and as with most Cotswold slopes, there are many false summits; but the rewarding view looking down is well worth the effort.

The above is a view, taken walking across a field, after Coneygree , towards a farmhouse, which you pass to the right.

After this the route takes a left and heads up through stone gateposts to Rookery Farm.

This picture gives you some idea of the slope up towards Rookery Farm . Time for a cuppa.

When Rookery Farm is reached, the track opens up to become a farm exit road and the final ascent to the tower is at hand.

This is the walkers first sight of the tower, framed between the two trees.

The Broadway Tower is a folly, 55 feet tall, built in 1798 for Lady Coventry, probably to impress the mere mortals down below. Legend has it, that before construction, she ordered a beacon to be built and lit and then to be driven around the countryside to check, it could, indeed be seen.

It occupies the second highest point in the Cotswolds and it is said, that on a clear day, you can see 13 counties from the top. A further picture can be seen, from my blog entry " Still a way to go " 15/06/'09.

The Tower is now in commercial hands and thus a fee is charged for climbing the Tower.
There is also a deer park and cafe, with car park for those, who wish to drive here. Shame on you !

This is the point where the circular walk, joins The Cotswold Way and it is time to descend for over a mile through verdant pastures, pausing to 'drink - in ' the view, until Broadway town is reached.

Conclusion: A very satisfying and rewarding walk, with some moderate/hard climbs.
Time: 2.5 - 3 hrs.

Ciao4now

Ck.

Life is a Cabaret.

2011-03-12T12:46:00.000-08:00

In Cheltenham, at this time of year, there is a buzz in the air, the parks are neat, with spring bloom and on the dual carriageways entering the town, daffodils make a show on the grass verges.

The shops are spruced up with eye-catching window-displays; none more so than this one:

There is a spring in the step, because we are less than a week away from the annual Cheltenham National Hunt Festival; with its usual invasion of the Irish from across the water.

Even the trainers are 'putting on the style,' tidying their yards up.

This year, is particularly important, because, the Festival opening day, Tuesday 15th March, marks the centenary of racing at Cheltenham ( 1911- 2011 ). To celebrate this occasion, a large number of bowler hats are to be given away.

"A Dark horse, which had never been thought of, and which the careless St. James had never even observed in the list, rushed past the grand stand in sweeping triumph."
Benjamin Disraeli (1804 - 1881 )

I must have seen hundreds of horse races, both on television and live at racecourses; but the one race I look forward to every year is The Champion Hurdle, which is the star event on the Tuesday, the first day of the Festival.

Given, reasonable ground conditions, these equine athletes, trained to the minute and gleaming with health, line up to race at great speed over eight hurdles for the minimum distance of two miles. There is no time for errors; each jockey must adhere to his/her plan, according to the merits of their mounts.

In some ways a race, such as the above, can be considered as a microcosm of our lives.

We all start level, and as the race progresses our abilities 'kick in'. Some will try to assume leadership, others will hang back and wait to make a forward run; others will fall back, unable to keep up with the pace; whilst others, perhaps because of health issues, will not be able to compete to the finish.

We all have to make judgement calls, whether to take risks, to make decisive moves, or choose to sit it out and wait to try and come through at the end. In the race opportunities beckon for us: will we be emboldened to seize them or not?

Welcome to the race of life: enjoy the festival.

Ciao4now
Ck.

Lydiard Park: A New Perspective

2011-03-06T05:27:00.000-08:00

A while back, I borrowed a book from the local library, with subject matter, relating to short walks in the British Isles.
Naturally I looked first at walks in Gloucestershire, my local county. To my surprise, considering that the oft-mentioned Cotswold Way runs through it, the nearest walk in the book was in the neighbouring county of Wiltshire.
The walk was a 2.5 mile stroll through Lydiard Park, near Swindon.

http://www.lydiardpark.org.uk/

My mission was clear, to find and walk at this location. Using the above web-link I downloaded the directions, as coming from Cirencester.
The day March 2nd, was dry, grey, with a cold wind; temperature range 2 - 4 degrees.

Thus armed, with flask, sandwiches and warm clothing, I set off in the car.
Coming off the M5 at 11A, I headed on the A419. The directions told me to exit at the Turnpike Roundabout and follow signs to North and then West Swindon.
I saw the 'Turnpike' in my mind's eye and confidently proceeded onward; but by the time I saw the signs to Marlborough, I knew I had missed the connection. I took a left and travelled on a straight, rising and falling road, passing the ancient Ridgeway path, until reaching the village of Aldbourne.

Here I followed signs to Swindon and retraced my way back towards Cirencester.
I took a chance and headed towards Purton, reckoning that it should be near the park; and by great good luck finally espied a sign to Lydiard Millicent; now we were cookin'.

Passing a D.I.Y. store, I stopped and learned there, new directions to the Park. Puzzled I asked about the "Turnpike;" to which I was told that it no longer existed, being subsumed by the new Blunsdon bypass road. I felt a lot better after that.

Three to four miles later, I arrived at Lydiard Park and stopped in the free car park. My initial impression was of flat, rather dull looking, parkland, infused with copses of woodland. Worse still housing estates could be viewed in the far distance: was I, I wondered becoming a 'walk-snob'?

Fortified by hot coffee and some victuals, I wrapped myself warmly, donned the woolly hat, grabbed the walking pole and followed the'destructions' passing the forest ( I don't think so) cafe towards the house and church

.

As my picture shows, it was a perfectly respectful, elegant building, but somehow, it seemed misplaced in its immediate environment.
The wind, at this time was biting cold, and not conducive to standing still.

Later upon a straight path leading towards Lydiard Millicent and Purton , I felt, cold and bored and thus took a left over the grassy parkland, back in the direction of the car park.

It was then that a' Lydiard epiphany ' overcame me, for noticing the number of joggers and dog- walkers happily engaged in their activities, I realized, that I was judging Lydiard Park, from the wrong perspective, for I saw that it provided a green oasis for the citizens of Swindon and in that context was an important place.
I may visit again, when the summer climes beckon.

The spring flowers are with us once again. They always remind me that we are close to the annual Irish invasion, which marks the Cheltenham National Hunt Festival.

Each year on the Tuesday, Champion Hurdle day, I walked up to the racecourse from town, via Pittville Park and enjoyed the floral displays.

This one was taken last Friday, March 4th.

Tewkesbury Abbey Gardens are also putting on a show too.

Ciao4now

Ck.

N.R. The Aurelio Zen mysteries by Michael Dibden. (b. 23/03/'47 __ d. 30/03/'07). The books set in various parts of Italy ( A-Z, get it ) are an interesting contrast, to the Inspector Montabano series by Italian writer Andrea Camilleri ( b. 06/09/'25 ) , which I have already mentioned in a previous posting
Dibden looks into Italian society, from a foreigner perspective, and IMHO lacks the insight and wry humour of Camilleri. You may have seen "Zen" in recent Television Programmes. I was very saddened to discover the death of Dibden aged 60, and further to learn that the book "End Games," which I am currently reading, was published posthumously.

Ephemeral: A load of Pollards

2011-02-26T05:51:00.000-08:00

I used to think ' Ephemeral ' was a ladies perfume; but I find now its meaning is of a transitory thing; which lasts only a short time.
This brings me to Snowdrops, which to enlarge on a recent 'Tweet", seem to be smug little chaps; knowingly being the first to welcome the Spring, but refusing to grow where mere humans want them.
Like good beers, they don't travel well
If you have them; cherish them and their yearly appearance, because when things come right, they do make a lovely picture.

This one, complete with giant 'moss-spider ' was taken in Sherborne woodlands, as was this wooden carved beetle.

The woods are in winter mode still; but they know that Spring is round the corner.

This week, I visited Croft Castle, in Herefordshire. Outside the "castle " main entrance I found these two impressive 'bookends.'

Situated near the Welsh borders, I think they were playing it safe, don't you?

I was anxious to visit Croft Castle ( National Trust ) again to view its trees; especially the Spanish Chestnuts.

The above notice from the Tree Council, confirms the importance.

These trees are been subject to pollard-ization; that is to say where successive generations of branches are cut off to promote growth. This has left some remarkable trunk growths; which to my eyes look alien, but postively wondrous at the same time.

See what you think.

You can't add to that can you?

It's Ash Wednesday, the week after next, and as a family, we're giving up meat for Lent. Reports and Tweets later.

Ciao4now.

Ck.

N.P. "The King of Limbs '' by Radiohead. Worryingly, like a wart it's beginning to grow on me. Perhaps I should take something for it?

Wave To Me: "you can't beat nature"

2011-02-20T06:27:00.000-08:00

The Bore Tide was due at Minsterworth Church at 09:16 on Sunday 20th February. It is a large surge wave, that occurs about 60 times a year.
Further facts at :
http://www.severn-bore.co.uk/

The crowds lined both banks.

The Church bells rang out along the bank.

Then came the moment.

It passed and the people and dogs went home.

The Bore was only two minutes late. You can count on Nature; sometimes.

Ck.

P.S. Check out my new search engine at the top left hand side. It allows access to the internet; neat eh!

Tea Pots

2011-02-17T04:38:00.000-08:00

Our

Thoughts

fly away on

a synaps network.

What meaning

meaning?

Our brains are
forests of the minds;
endlessly entangled
in neural activity branches.

One day computers will
map our memories
and all will be revealed,
in digital halls of reference.

In the meantime we can envision change;
and not rattle like empty tea pots,
but learn instead to percolate and
filter out new ideas.

Ck 17/02/2011A.D.