Thursday, 18 December 2014

2014 A Year of Adventures - Part 1

Seriously - December again, already?!!  Must be my age but time seems to be going quicker and quicker these days.  Someone suggested time goes faster because it takes us longer to do things as we get older which I'm quite inclined to believe.  Or it could be that time flies because we've been busy tearing around having loads of adventures again - and you're certainly never too old to do that!  So where has 2014 taken us?

January

The New Year saw us taking my mum to Hawes - she's 79 and loves waterfalls but god didn't put many of them next to nice easy viewpoints - however in Hawes you can get fab views and a lovely cuppa too.








January was also a month of storms, high tides, beach cleaning at Walney Island and stunning sunsets on the way home.


Extra high tide at Levens
Beach clean at Walney


An hours work...

Nice treat for all our hard work.

February

February saw the last of the storms.  We got off a lot more lightly than Devon, but for Grange-over-Sands this was pretty impressive!


Next up was our first jolly out in Delores for the season - a week in Derbyshire.  We cycled, we walked, we explored many, many caves and we ate a LOT of Bakewell puddings. :-)


Cycling calories...

Central Bakewell



Heights of Abraham

Monsal Head

Speedwell Cavern

March

The first thing we did in March was go to Glasgow so I could audition for a role in the Commonwealth Games.  We'd never been to the city before and had a fabulous time exploring.  Who knew then where it would all lead..?

Howgills looking lovely from the train.

The amazing Waterside Museum

Clyde by night

And then there was one of the most spectacular inversions.  Just me, him and a couple of skylarks above the clouds in the sunshine on Red Screes for the whole day.  Bliss!



Then after a quick pause to enjoy a Windermere Cruise (half price for local residents, very nice!) I did my bit for Cancer Research.  While the rest of the world was taking #barefacedselfies I decided to don full make-up and a tiara and climb Hampsfell.  Looked bonkers but raised over £100.


My usual look...

Hampsfell in Heels
April

Started off fairly sanely in the Langdales with a friend, and ended with us in Kielder. climbing stuff and cycling lots.


Ever get the feeling you're being watched..?
Kielder dawn

Next stop, the Eiger

Art around Kielder
Then, before we'd barely had chance to draw breath, we were off again - to Land's End - for hiking and surfing and and inordinate number of cream teas - oh and we took a zipwire right over the Eden Project.


Knightshayes - the best NT property we've been to yet.



May

First there was Ingleborough, then there was Malham and the amazing Goredale Scar and then there was the tree top trek at Brockhole with the nephews. 

Just love the views from Ingleborough

First time to Malham. Won't be the last.

Goredale Scar took my breath away completely.

Yeah, I wasn't scared at all...
Then it was off to a Camping and Caravanning Club event in Scarborough and a chance to interview the lovely Julia Bradbury before heading off on a walk along the glorious Yorkshire coast.  We finished off with a visit to Bempton Cliffs to catch up on our seabirds.

Julia is the very good looking one on the left...


One of my favourite walks to date.

Gannets.  Lots and lots of Gannets...
June

June started with an interview on the BBC Breakfast sofa all about volunteering.  Not sure what was scariest - the TV cameras or having to wear make up.



June is my birthday month and this year I'd set my heart on seeing the puffins and the terns on the Farne Islands - I wasn't disappointed!

Incoming!



The puffins were MUCH better behaved - and even bought lunch!


Then I stormed Bamburgh Castle - then we got locked in - honest!

On the way home we stopped to explore Corbridge Roman town - utterly stunning!


And then spent a wonderful weekend at Greystoke with me learning to paint while Steve made a longbow.



Da di da di da da daaaa, da di da di daaa da  (Archers - geddit?  :-)  )


Not bad for six months eh?  If you want to see some truly SUPERB pics of our adventures then check out Steve's blog here - and he said he'd given me all his good shots...

I'll do part 2 next week - still loads of adventures and a few surprises to go!

(Here you go - Part 2!)





Monday, 15 December 2014

But did you see the Pterodactyl?

Finally - the pot of gold?

Our very first birdwatching expedition took place on 7th May 2012 - you can read all about it here.  The odd thing is that, despite living virtually next door to Leighton Moss for 3 months in 2011 when we first moved up here AND being aware of the legendary status of their carrot cake, it still took us nearly 18 months to visit.  In an effort to make up for lost time we've been back at least once a month since and eaten so much cake that I'm now on a pre-Christmas crash diet.

I tracked our progress with the "novice birdwatching" columns in Walks & Wildlife magazine but now that the magazine is no more I felt there was one final tale to be told -1 final bird to be seen before we could move on to new challenges - the elusive Bittern.

Hutton Roof Crags
We have pursued it with dogged determination and have been taunted along the way with folks telling us "you should have been here yesterday", "Oh they popped out just after you'd left" and "yeah, last week they were out there tap-dancing on the ice" (OK - the last one may be a lie but there were 4 of them spotted circling overhead within hours of one of our visits, which is every bit as bad).

Along the way we've mistaken them for cows, tractors, trains, snipe and rutting deer (yes I know only one of those is another bird) and have darn near frozen to death in our quest to get even the briefest of glimpses, but last week we decided enough was enough.  Everything was perfect - we had a free day, the weather was right and we knew they'd been spotted regularly from Public Hide - flasks packed and away we went.
Not a creature was stirring...

We arrived just before 9am - the water was perfectly still, the sky was mostly blue, the snow was glistening on Hutton Roof Crags away in the distance and most importantly, Public Hide was empty so we nabbed the best spots and hunkered down.

During the day people came and went, birds came and went, but still no Bittern.  I dashed back to the visitors centre to replenish the flasks and acquire soup and cake, but still nothing.  By 2pm we were frozen solid and seriously questioning our sanity when it appeared - flying low and slow, from left to right directly in front of the hide. The moment was perfect - it was like when Ross & Rachel first kissed, when the Nescafe Gold blend couple finally got it together and when Sheldon Cooper finally told Amy Farrah Fowler that he loved her.  And yes I do realise how sad and geeky that makes me sound.

The proof!
It disappeared into the reed bed for a while before re-appearing along the channel known as "Al's Alley" where it sauntered around and posed nicely for photos - allowing a couple of visitors who'd dropped by on the off chance, on their very first visit, to get a splendid view.  Not that I'm at all bitter.  We even saw it fluffing its feathers and chasing another Bittern away.  Looking at the "beginners luck" newbies I knew exactly how it felt.

The upside of our many visits has been the chance to see so many other birds, other animals and marvellous sights - including the spectacular rainbow at the top of this blog - but I have also realised that whatever you've seen it's never quite enough.  I kept a note of everything we spotted during the day we were waiting for the Bittern and it looks like this:

Teal
Coot
Moorhen
Wren
Great Tit
Blue Tit
Crow
Robin
Tufted Duck
Mallard
Pochard
Bearded Tit
Cormorant
Assorted gulls (still need to work on those)
Heron
Swans
Grebe
Snipe
Marsh Harrier
Buzzard
Sparrowhawk
Water Rail
Bittern
Otters

Now I didn't think that was bad for one day, but when a gentleman asked if he could take a look at my list he read it, sniffed, peered at me over his horn-rimmed specs and said "but you haven't seen the short eared owl yet, have you?".  

No, we hadn't but we did see the Bittern AND we got to sit and watch the otters doing this - and until the Pterodactyl shows up, that will do us nicely thank you.















Wednesday, 3 December 2014

Don't let the sun go down on Morecambe Bay.

So Sir Elton John has seen the light and is headed to South Cumbria in June 2015.  It’s not every day we get a superstar on our doorstep and there will no doubt be thousands of folks heading to the region to enjoy the fun in sun (it never rains in Cumbria).  Las Vegas may have the bright lights, but Morecambe Bay has the jaw dropping views and spectacular wildlife, so why not add on a couple of extra nights to your concert visit and explore some of the amazing things that Morecambe Bay has to offer?  (I've even given them an Elton John theme...)





St Patrick’s Chapel just to the south of Morecambe dates back to around the 8th Century.  Near to the ruins of the chapel there are 6 stone tombs carved in to the rock – sitting on a headland at the south of Morecambe Bay they offer stunning views across the bay and a glimpse into the history of the area.



We all know the song was originally written as a tribute to Marilyn Monroe and in Lancaster we have our own tribute to a beautiful woman.  The Ashton Memorial was commissioned by Lord Ashton as a tribute to his late wife and sits in Williamson Park high above Lancaster.  It was completed in 1909 and the views from the first floor viewing gallery will take your breath away.



Morecambe Prom is the home to various festivals and events throughout the year – at last year’s Vintage Festival (centred around the beautiful art deco Midland Hotel) we were treated to a fly past by a pair of Lancaster Bombers – not sure if either of the pilots was called Bennie though...




OK – I’ll confess, this particular grey seal wasn’t photographed in Morecambe Bay – but there are many places around the bay where you can spot them, particularly at high tide.  My suggestion is to head to South Walney Nature Reserve & pack a picnic.



Say Goodbye to the Yellow Brick Road and “hello” to Morecambe Bay Cycleway.  Timed perfectly to coincide with Sir Elton’s visit, the Morecambe Bay Cycleway will open in June 2015.  The cycleway runs from Walney in the north to Glasson Dock in the south linking over 100 miles of traffic free routes with quiet backroads and country lanes – perfect for family days out and those wishing to get closer to the local wildlife.



The RSPB nature reserve at Leighton Moss is famous for being the home of BBCs Autumnwatch for the past 2 years – but it’s perfect to visit any time of the year.  You don’t need to be a birding expert, you can hire binoculars when you arrive and there will always be someone on hand to help you spot something interesting – like this gorgeous Marsh Harrier.





It’s not that we’re expecting trouble, but right in the middle of Lancaster is the castle – which up until 2011 still operated as a working prison.  The prison tours are an absolute must; though brace yourself for a few fabulous grisly horror stories - the famous Lancashire Witches are only half the story...



Whatever shade of blue you fancy – Morecambe Bay has it.  The vast expanse of the bay stretches as far as the eye can see with huge skies looming large above you.  Beautiful blue skies and white sandy beaches may lull you into thinking you're somewhere rather more exotic – but you don’t need to travel to the Bahamas - these blues are all on show at South Walney Nature Reserve.




Some folks think the chimney at Jenny Brown’s Point near Silverdale was part of an old copper smelting mill – others disagree.  Whatever its origins, they built it well and it makes for a dramatic view across the saltmarshes found in this part of the bay.



OK, so Sir John Barrow didn’t build a rocket, but he was born in Ulverston and was a founder member of the Royal Geographic Society.  The Hoad Monument is a scale replica of the Eddystone Lighthouse and stands on a hill overlooking the town.  On the days it’s open, for a small donation, you can climb to the top of the monument for views across the Lake District fells in the north and away to Blackpool Tower in the south.



Piel Island is a rocky outcrop just off the Furness Peninsula and though it has no crocodiles (and is unlikely to have unless global warming really kicks in) it does have the magnificent 14th Century Piel Castle which was built by the Abbot of Furness to guard the Barrow harbour from pirates.  While you’re over there nip into The Ship Inn next door to learn about the King of Piel Island and his knights....



Warton Crag is the perfect spot for an evening stroll and the ideal vantage point for watching one the superb sunsets over the bay before enjoying dinner at one of the many fantastic local pubs and restaurants.  Although, to be fair, in the middle of June the sun doesn’t actually go down for all that long so you’ll have plenty of daylight to enjoy the hundreds of other attractions in the area – like learning to sail at the Bay Sea School, afternoon tea the Midland Hotel, a visit to Carnforth station (where they filmed Brief Encounter) or a stroll around Leighton Hall. 



If you want to find out how to make the most of your visit to the area, click here to go to the local tourist information pages – choc full of other ideas and inspiration.  Don’t just come up for the Elton John gig – stay a while and see what Morecambe Bay has to offer – I promise you won’t be disappointed.

Tuesday, 25 November 2014

The rules of just going for it.

By now many of you will have heard the sad news that Walks & Wildlife magazine is no more.  This is a big shame - it was a fabulous magazine which consistently sold well and always received excellent feedback.  Having worked with the team since issue 1 I know it was created by a group of committed and talented folks who put in an extraordinary number of hours to make it work.  Sadly, as with all brave new ventures, luck also plays a part and unfortunately lady luck refused to smile on this particular occasion.

One of things I most enjoyed writing was my "adventures of a novice bridwatcher" column where I charted our somewhat chaotic exploits as we began to learn about the world of birds.  The final column (which never made it to print) is below.  I've learned such a lot over the past few years, both about birds and about "going for it" and, irritating and elusive as they may occasionally be, birds are a lot more predictable than "going for it".

The more I've thought about it the more I've realised that there really are only 2 rules when it comes to "just going for it" and they are 1) just go for it, and 2) if you fail, get up and go for it again.  Sitting on the sidelines is not an option.  I sincerely hope that something will rise phoenix style from the ashes of the wonderful Walks and Wildlife - and I'll try and have my "bins" ready when it does.



The Rules of Birdwatching

A year or so ago I wrote a piece about the rules of birdwatching, well, based on what I’ve learned over the past year I think it’s time for a few more...

Soaring majestically or looking for Eagle Crag?
1.  Bird watching requires patience – lots of patience.  We were visiting Riggindale a few weeks ago and had hopes of spotting the Golden Eagle again.  Barely had we settled down at the RSPB hut and poured the tea when another couple appeared.  After the usual exchange of pleasantries followed by the sort of awkward silence that indicates both couples really rather wish they had the place to themselves, they asked us if we’d spotted the eagle.  “Not today” we answered.  More silence.  “Which one’s Eagle Crag?” they asked, so we helpfully pointed them to a crag on our left but mentioned that the eagle was generally at the head of the valley.  They then focused their entire attention on Eagle Crag for a full five minutes before giving up and heading back down the valley.  If only eagles appeared on demand at the crags named after them, this bird watching malarkey would be a whole lot easier.

This is not a bird
2.  You need to use your ears AND your brain.  I’ve rambled on about our many failed attempts at learning birdsong in the past but simply learning the calls and songs is only a small part of the battle.  Birds go out of their way to fool you, and they’ve roped in other members of the animal kingdom too.  Turns our jays can impersonate pretty much anything and that’s just cheating, plain and simple.  There should be a clearly written rule “Jays should sound like jays and jays alone”.  And now I’ve discovered that squirrel’s warning call sounds exactly like a bird.  Well, more like a bird that sounds like a squeaky gate if I’m honest, but that’s not the point – squirrels should at no time sound like birds.

3.  Knowing a bit about trees will help enormously.  If you think my knowledge of birds is bad; you should try me on trees.  In an effort to remedy this we spent a day on Brown Robin Nature Reserve learning how to tell one tree from another and a bit about which birds prefer which trees.  Our guide, Tony, tried starting us gently.  “What’s this?” he asked pointing to a clearly coppiced broad leafed tree and giving us his best encouraging smile.  “Erm...” we replied.  .  “It’s coppiced a lot and always has multi stems” he added helpfully.  “Ohhhh – multi stemmed” we mused trying to sound knowledgeable.
 
Erm...
I’ll be honest, there then followed five minutes of what can only be described as a bout of arboreal Tourettes as we randomly shouted pretty much every tree name we knew.  Eventually, the encouraging smile now long gone and replaced with the look of man who knew he was in for a very trying day, Tony gave us our final clue “it has nuts” he said.  “Hazel” we both shouted with big smiles – though really we had nothing to be proud of.  Tony spent the entire day with us patiently helping us learn more about trees and bird calls and by the time we went home we’d really got the hang of it. 

Turns out we have an enormous Hornbeam hedge along one side of our garden which is, apparently, very popular with the hawfinch so hawfinch spotting is our next mission.  It may prove challenging but it has the added advantage that we can sit indoors in front of the fire peering through the window with our binoculars.  Or at least we can until the neighbours report us for being peeping toms.

4.  Make your own rules.  The more we’ve got involved with bird watching the more we’ve realised there are lots of different ways to go about it.  We see ourselves more as casual bird watchers – keen to see what we can and learn as much as possible.  At no time are we going to leap into a car and tear off to the other end of the country on the off chance of spotting something rare and exotic.

No less gorgeous than a golden eagle
We’ve also decided that, for us, captive birds don’t count.  They’re very lovely to look at but where’s the challenge?  Last week I arrived home hugely excited at having seen, and identified, a snow goose in the local park and was poised to call the RSPB before a quick internet search threw up the fact they’re there the whole time.  Curses.  I was still pretty excited that I managed to identify them though.

I also have to be able to see it long enough to know what it is before I’ll count it as being spotted.  Take last year, for example, when we spent days stalking the bearded tit – I was utterly delighted when, after hours of standing in the freezing cold watching blurry brown blobs flitting around, I finally spotted one in a nearby reed bed while I was sat in the hide with a hot flask of coffee.  Well I say delighted, I actually cursed the little varmint for not showing up 4 hours earlier but, like I said at the beginning, all I needed was a little patience (and maybe hip flask).

5.  And finally - have fun!  Who cares if it's a golden eagle, a humble blue tit or something pretty that you don't know the name of - not knowing its name, nesting or migration habits does not make it any less lovely to look at.  Get out there, go for it and have fun.  Lots of fun.

Sunday, 23 November 2014

The North Face of the Wine Cupboard

Leo Houlding & Sir Chris Bonington - proper adventurers
We've spent the past day or so lurking around Kendal Mountain Festival.  We've watched the likes of Leo Houlding, Sir Chris Bonington, Steve Birkinshaw and Andy Cave telling us about life, death and near misses in the world of high adrenaline adventure.  Though we've never dangled from a 1000m sheer cliff at minus 30, we've had our own fair share of adventures during our time in the Lakes - we've tackled Lord's Rake, Sharp Edge and Striding Edge, we've made it safely over High Street in the dark & rain with only an iPhone torch to light our way and we've even braved Bowness on a sunny bank holiday Monday (though only the once!).  All of which makes my current predicament more embarrassing.

North face of the
wine cupboard
I've been off my feet for a few weeks due to injury and though I'm better than I was, I'm still hobbling and unable to tackle anything too tricky.  People have asked how I did it, no doubt expecting a story involving fells, rain and snow - or at the very least a tale about a crazy ass drunken exploit that went horribly wrong.  The truth is more embarrassing than that.  I did it on an overcast Monday morning, stone cold sober (not even hung over), putting the washing away.  On a return trip for socks and pants I collided with the North Face of the Wine Cupboard and managed to dislocate my little toe and rupture the ligaments around it to the extent that when the good doctors at A&E tried to put it back it refused to stay put.  They tried 4 times - ow, ow OW.

After a week of pain and not unpleasant pain killers, the hope that it would "click back in on its own" faded so they decided to operate to pin it.  A little toe - how much trouble can it be?  Turns out plenty - I never realised I needed it so much.  Anyway, the surgeon was clearly made of stern stuff and he managed to wedge it back into place and tape it up without pinning it (I'm not completely convinced as it's still jolly painful, but we'll find out if it's been a success this Wednesday.)

Gas and air in A&E while they tried to relocate the offending toe

The offending toe (arrow drawn
for surgeon)

Lovely views from hospital bed.

All done - but far from ideal hiking shoe.

I did have one fabulous injury while hiking but modesty prevented me taking any photos of it - while descending Haystacks in the pitch dark (properly kitted out with head torches this time) I slipped down a small crag ripping a 4 inch hole through my waterproofs (expensive), walking trousers (again) and backside (which was thankfully too cold and numb to feel much at the time).  The bruise was spectacular and I couldn't sit down for a week - but at least I had a decent story to tell even if I couldn't show anyone other than Steve the true beauty of the injury.

Anyway, that's why I've not been on the fells lately.  I've tried to distract myself with some gentler exploits and have still managed to occupy myself in a number of ways:

I've taken the opportunity to bottle up all my Sloe Gin (which is a lot darker than it looks in this pic)...

If the pain killers don't work...

 ...visited the wonderful Kendal Museum - a fascinating place with loads of imaginative ways to engage visitors and kids with the exhibits...

A xylophone made from Lake District rocks.

...paid another visit to the wonderful Greystoke Cafe for a quirky course - I brushed up on my pen & wash skills while Steve tackled blacksmithing (and made a fabulous rams head poker for the fire - these courses are SO fab and make the perfect chrissy pressie)...


Only my second attempt at painting
...and of course visited Leighton Moss - my very favourite "away from it all" place and only 10 minutes from home.  My ongoing quest to see the bittern continues - one day...

Leighton Moss - calm, tranquil and, whenever I'm there, bittern free.

I'm trying not to be a wuss, but I really need this to heal properly as my livelihood depends on me being able to walk.  I've delivered a few courses over the past couple of weeks through the haze of painkillers and I'm gutted the hospital refused to send me home with a bottle of gas & air (I'm sure that would help the delegates no end).  This afternoon we're back at the Mountain Festival and, if one of those rugged mountaineering types asks about the limp, I might just make something up...