Crowle
Humberhead Peatlands
Today the weather gods sent Clint and I north east of here. It took an hour to get to Crowle. It's a large village that sits at the north end of The Isle of Axholme - west of The River Trent. Long ago, before effective land drainage schemes happened, I can imagine that the area had the characteristics of an inland island - especially in the wintertime.
Another large settlement on The Isle of Axholme is Epworth which was the home of John and Charles Wesley and therefore the birthplace of Methodism. It's also where Shirley's old secondary school is located.
Due west of Crowle is a vast area of peaty moorland known as The Humberhead Peatlands. It is a haven for birds and insects with adders and other reptiles. There are birch trees there and swathes of bracken. and evidence of past peat workings which happened on an industrial scale at the end of the nineteenth century. Nowadays the entire area is protected.
I walked in there but after a mile it became hard to find my way and I feared that I would get lost which, admittedly, might have met with the approval of a few of this blog's visitors. However, instead of pressing on into the wilderness, I decided, rather wisely I think, to retrace my steps. There were no other visitors and it had become impossible to distinguish between unofficial paths and the alleged public right of way that is supposed to connect Crowle with the village of Moorlands beyond the sprawling bogland.
Dilapidated house in Crowle
Later, east of Crowle, I had another walk - this time in farmland. As the weather gods had promised, the sun shone and the temperature was balmy. Of course the London-based BBC TV weather presenter later assumed that the entire country had been languishing under a blanket of grey Atlantic cloud..."Well it's been a rather grey and chilly day today and there'll be more of the same tomorrow". Eh? Check your facts matey!
The track to Ealand Grange
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Piss Boring Post then Hiraeth
I’m back on night shift again, which is ok given the miserable weather, grey skies and chill in the air.
I lit the fire last night, and the Dogs and Albert crowded around it as if they had never experienced a fire before.
I’m going back to bed in a bit. There’s no one to see, and little to do on days before night shifts.
The postman has just knocked on the window with a package for me.
I bought a jar from a private buyer on eBay the other day. 4£ for the jar 3 £ for the postage.
It’s my spectacle jar .
I’m a bugger for losing specs. That is the reason I never buy any expensive ones as invariably within a few days they be lost for eternity.
I buy a selection of nice no prescription reading glasses on line every few months or so, but even then I’m always scrabbling around the cottage looking for a pair when I’ve lost the ones that are generally perched high on my forehead.
Now I have a spec jar, compete in cheerful yellow, which comfortably holds 6 pairs standing up
Life in the fast lane
Ok there IS always something interesting to blog about.
As a postscript I’ll post this illustration , which was sent to me by friend and blogger Mike
So many rural houses have no numbers in Wales so often have to have a name to differentiate them from each other.
My cottage and Mandy & sailor John’s cottage next door used to be collectively called dan y Fynwent which means under the graveyard . Then they were known as Llan Cottages ( Llan is one of several words in Welsh for Church) Now my cottage is known as Bwthyn y Llan which is Welsh for Church Cottage
Hiraeth, has other meanings in Welsh , as well as nostalgia, it can simply mean homesickness and yearning but I think I prefer the above definition
There is a magic quality about it .
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