After parking at my usual spot at West Gate, Peter, Badger and I started to walk up the valley.
Badger stalking a squirrel in the valley at West Gate, and some of the rhododendrons that are being exterminated on account of killing all the native trees. Apparently the valley full of purple and pink flowers in June isn't worth keeping the shrubs for.
A lot of work is being done in the park at the moment. Broad leafed trees are being planted in Cluse Hay Clough where once trees happily grew. Now only the odd oak tree survives leaning out at improbable angles defying all the laws of physics. Dry stone walls are also being repaired by volunteers.
Darcy's pool is just behind the wall. Badger couldn't resist a quick dip and I thought longingly of Darcy's wet blouse although I don't think he had a stick in his mouth at the time of his full immersion.
Mmmmmm ..... wet blouse
Passing through Knight's Low Wood
we started the walk up to Bow Stones Farm. This hill is the best place to spot Red Deer. There is an on-going programme of culling the buck deer as the herds are getting a bit out of hand.
Peter bagged this specimen for Maalie's next casserole.
The Bow Stones themselves are the remains of a Saxon cross. No one knows exactly where it came from or what the stones signify. Some say it is a boundary mark, others say it was for pushing sheep through to see if they were fat enough for market.
Off we went along the ridge. This is the very best part of Lyme although technically we are now outside the park boundary.
The views from the ridge are amazing. To the east is Kinder; travelling to the west there is South Head, Mount Famine, Eccles Pike, Windgather Rocks, Cat's Tor, Shining Tor and the peak of Shuttlings Low.
The Bow Stones with Bow Stones Farm in the background.
Views along the ridge. Bow Stones Farm is in the background behind Peter.
On another posting there will be pictures of Darcy's house, Cage and Cage Hill and The Haunted Tree. Oh, sod it. Here is The Haunted Tree:
27 comments:
Excellent pictures. We'll have to go up there when I get back.
I'm just as impressed with Badger's stalking angle as that of the trees!
Love Jack
Yes. She was creeping forward on her tummy and got quite close to the squirrel before it scarpered up a tree.
Nice piccies! Some lovely countryside round there.
Sorry to bring the tone down, but I heartily approve of the Mr Darcy pic. One of my students (of English as a foreign language) and a P&P fan, recently told me that Colin Firth had 'outstanding nipples'. I was very impressed by her use of English.
Mmm ... nipples hey? Welcome to my blogsite Raelha. I expect you have guessed I live a couple of miles from Lyme Park, Pemberley in the BBC's P&P.
Yes, I thought as much. I myself am originally from Macclesfield. Lyme Park featured heavily in school outings, although it's years since I've been.
Macclesfield is a great little town and I love it, much better than Stocky. Someone I used to know swears that half the people in Macclesfield are mad. Why else she says have they such a huge psychiactric hospital for such a small town. Anyway Parkside Hospital is now no more which throws her rather dodgy theory right out the window.
Owww...Mr Darcy.... what a lovely image...*drool*...
Lyme Park was also the location of my first kiss at the tender age of 13. Twas a young buck (metaphorically speaking) called Duncan, who liked me more than my more attractive friends because I was the only one that dared to go down the steepest hill on the sledge. I realise, looking back, that almost all my most fool hardy moves in life have been to impress the opposite sex. I remember letting one dandy pour some terrible alcoholic drink into my mouth and then set it on fire, all in the name of proving my worth to the opposite sex. More recently I found myself stuck, sweaty handed, two thirds of the way up Leeds climbing wall - I'd met a beautiful rock climber you see.
Don't forget your first proposal of marriage little Fairtrader from young Ben Thornley at the age of four, in the adventure playground part of Lyme. I seem to remember you were both on a seesaw at the time.
You've never told me about setting your alcohol on fire or climbing the wall?
Well it didn't seem like the kind of thing to mention to my mother.
I had forgotten about Ben's proposal, I bet I was trying to impress him on that seesaw.
> who liked me more than my more attractive friends
More attractive friends? How can that be?
I have a confession - I drove right past the end of your raod today on the way home from dropping a colleague at the airport. I would have dropped in but it was well before 8am... what should I do next time?
TCA
(PS 'today' is Thu 12th April)
Oh, you should have dropped in for breakfast! You are always welcome, and we would have been delighted to see you. Your old man will be here next week!
I think it's about time you put some gnu stuff oop here. For example you you document the visit of your esteemed brother.
Right. I'll do it sometime over this weekend. Must take some piccies first though.
Thank you for leaving a comment on my little hidaway out in the fields.
Darcy's wet shirt will make the history books, I guess (seen wetter shots, btw!).
How'bout putting up a picture of your watch? My father wore for decades an Omega watch which I loved, unfortunately some other woman got her hands on it before me. ;-)
Thank you Lorenzo for visiting my blog and the nice comment about your brother. I hope he will stay in contact with me. I'm not trying to "convert" anyone either. I couldn't if I wanted to anyway because that's God work not mine but I will always stand up for my Lord & Savior. Blessings.
Susan
geee lorenzo you are not even showing proper gratitude to your brother for fixing your mouse.... casting aspersions on him in other people's comment boxes. And being taken literally!!!!!!
Kiwi, I am eternally grateful to Maalie for curing my poor mouse and I didn't have to resort to the communal pet grave in the garden. You should have seen the slick way he operated: scalpel in, batteries out, new batteries in. A transplant indeed.
Lorenzo? Little sister? Laura, perchance? :-)
My mouse runs on batteries too (I got the thing from my son, who is a gadgets guy). I use those little re-feedable ones, they seem to last much longer.
Re you watch, I can recommand you to a trusted watchmaker here in Vienna (you get a separate bill for the flight, though *grin*).
It's raining here (good thing), I got myself soaked down by the river. Looked like a wet mouse sans batteries. :-)
Maalie; Speaking of sin, will you be wanting change from the three quid?
oops - that was meant to go on Penless Writer blog site - bit irreverant for this one.
L. The word verification was rcktm - he, he.
Ann: so sorry you are in pain. You know there was only about three quid in Maalie's purse, don't you?
Such beautiful photos. So I am in your part of the world and you are in mine. I was born and raised in Liverpool and spent much time in Cheshire. Have great memories of time there last year staying at the Holiday Inn in Ellesmere Port to attend my nephew's wedding and while there visiting around a lot. One of the best things about that area for me is being so close to Wales and the mountains. Thanks for visiting.
It is hard to concentrate when I came to thank you for visiting my blog and for your comments and questions. I appreciate it. Yes, I have always been interested in birds. My mother made me aware that some birds should not be shot no matter how hungry we were. That bird was the robin which I did a mini series on just the other day.
I like birds. I photographed robins fighting today. Amazing display of flying and squawking and nobody got hurt. I wish people could learn something from birds.
Thanks again.
I looked through all of these photographs and like all of them. Some I don't know much about but they are good to see.
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