There are some things that just seem to defy the laws of probability and my son’s wood store is one; it really should have completely collapsed some years ago. It was built 6 or 7 years ago before he started his career as a cabinet maker in order to store the green wood that he is frequently gifted for wood turning; the green wood needs to dry out and so needs a good air supply but also to be kept out of the rain. The wood-store, despite appearances, achieves this – just. To be fair it was built for a different location on a steep slope and therefore had legs of different length to accommodate the angle; it was square and robust in its first iteration. However, our old friend the badger was intent on coming under the fence behind the wood store and in the end it was easier to work around the badger than to try to thwart it. So the wood store was relocated to a flat site and bricks used to even up the uprights and so far, for probably 5 years, it has resolutely remained upright – just.
Each year the uprights and roof lean just a little more and I am sure our cat, who uses it as a landing platform, assist with this. But we cannot rely on the wood store’s resilience for much longer so plans are afoot to relocate what wood is usable and then I get the space for planting. In the meantime careful consideration is being given to what items might be turned for the Etsy shop. For those concerned about the potential wildlife that might inhabit the wood store I am reassure you that we already have another small pile of large logs nearby which are being allowed to rot down and provide a habitat for wildlife.
This post was written in response to the WordPress Photo Challenge theme – Resilient.
Note to self: plant more of these for next year amongst the grasses.
I really discovered Dutch Irises a few years ago but last year the penny dropped that you really need to plant them amongst grasses or grassy looking plants which will support the flowers but also hide the long stems. Whilst the whites, yellows and blues are nice I just adore the colours and tones on this variety, they light up the border in a most elegant way.
I have re-introduced Lupins in the garden this year having not grown them for years mainly because of the tatty state of the leaves as the flowers fade. I had forgotten how beautiful the young fresh leaves can be and what an interesting addition they make to the border. I am also really pleased with the colour of the flowers as they were an impulse buy at the local garden centre back in the Spring when I was looking for some strong colours for the borders.
Last year I became quite obsessed when visiting a nearby garden with the large block of poppies that were about to open. I just love the hairs on the buds especially when they are back-lit.
It’s some time since I ticked one of the Malvern Hills of my list. Work has been full on recently leaving me exhausted when I get home but this week I seem to have turned a corner and for the first time in absolutely ages I have had energy to burn. All the time spent in the office has left me feeling lethargic and in need of some gentle exercise.
Having mumbled to myself for some days now about starting to walk the hills again, this morning I happened to wake early and thought ‘Right, today is the day’.
It was strange setting out on my own at 8:20 this morning without having to make plans with others (I did leave a note for my son so he knew where I was!). It was strangely liberating and is a sign of how life if changing. Having brought up two sons on my own I am used to being in charge, being organised, fitting in with a range of other demands, planning so to just decide to do something is quite weird but wonderful. As you can see few others were as mad as me to go walking on the hills particularly as it quickly became apparent that the mist was lower that I had anticipated. I set out with the intention to walk to the top of the Beacon, taking in Summer Hill on the way. I wouldn’t normally stick to tarmac path but given the poor visibility I decided that this would be the sensible thing to do.
One of the things I am enjoying doing this challenge is the history of the area I am learning from researching things I see. I smiled when I saw the marker above. Really a gold mine how ridiculous, it’s probably just a local joke and the main reason for the marker is to show the way to various parts of the hills. However, research on-line quickly proved me wrong. Elizabeth I granted a mining charter for the hills although the cynic in me questions whether this was actually because there were precious metals or whether it was part of the royal monopoly on all mining. There was a Gold Mine recorded in 1633 on the spot above but it seems that if there was any gold then it was well below ground. In the 1720s Daniel Defoe commented that the current generation was too lazy to mine any gold that might exist. More recently in the 1930s a scientific paper identified two sources of gold in the hills namely the red granite and the red granite pegmatite but in 1975 another thesis failed to find traces of gold in any rock samples. There is now speculation that a well shaft near the old lime kilns is in fact a disused mine shaft but interestingly there seems little appetite for investigating it!
So back to the walk, as you can see it is quite gentle and sticking to the path meant that my mind wandered and cleared. Part of the challenge is to help me get fit but it’s also about gaining confidence. I have a whole raft of adventures I would love to undertake but they all involve leaps of faith travelling to new places, sometimes on my own, meeting new people. Many people think I am a confident person but this is a misnomer. I am confident at work in my comfort zone but I have little confidence outside of it. I am learning to be comfortable with myself more, something I think comes with age, but I need to feel comfortable without my sons as a security blanket. I read somewhere recently that those people who get the most from life and fulfil their goals are those that are prepared to put themselves in uncomfortable positions and I think this is true. I have had to go through some difficult times over the years bringing up my sons, loosing my sister, loosing Dad but they have all been situations imposed on me. Now I am in a position where I can drift along through life as I am or I can choose to set myself some challenges – it has to be the latter.
Around here I saw a Green Woodpecker, identified by its distinctive undulating flight, a flash of yellow-green gave me an additional clue and then the its laughing call, which reminded me of their old English name of Yaffle.
As you can see as I slowly climbed higher so the mist got thicker. Somewhere up ahead is the Beacon. I wasn’t completely alone as I did meet two other walkers going the opposite way which left me wondering where they had walked from and what time they had set out!
It was at this point that I decided that the Beacon would not be achievable today! I wanted to be able to cross another hill off the list so I decided to leave the path and go up to the top of Summer Hill which I knew was to my right. It isn’t far to the top although by now it was getting quite chilly and windy, causing me to have ear ache; I really must invest in a hat!.
So this is the top of Summer Hill and somewhere up ahead are stunning views of Malvern looking out across Worcestershire. Summer Hill is 1,253 ft above sea level, some 140ft shorter than the Beacon; so goodness knows how bad the visibility would have got if I had carried on with my original objective.
The walk down was even easier being downhill and still no sign of anyone else strangely! It was around here that I became transfixed by the cobwebs sparkling among the gorse and bejewelled with dew. Finally, as I neared the car park the sun started to try to break through the mist.
Some hour and half later I could see the top of the hills from my kitchen window and I briefly wondered if I should have delayed my walk. But I don’t think so. If I had waited then I would have lost the spontaneous feeling, I would have been negotiating other walkers and I would have missed the strange magical quality of the misty hills.