The branches of the leafless tree, which stands on the bank of the main lake at Rother Valley Country Park, reminded me of something. At first I thought the curved, whip-like branches looked like tentacles, but then it struck me that it looks like some sort of vascular structure, like a brain with the tissue missing. Repetition in nature.
A further trio of pictures taken on a Boxing Day walk on the Trans Pennine Trail. I was fortunate to enjoy three misty days straight after Christmas, all on days when I wasn’t at work so could take advantage of them.
Jumping back to December for some more B&W Yashica Mat 124G images. I posted a couple of shots from this roll already (including a couple of pictures of woodland shelters), but the two shown today are of part of the bridge system that criss-crosses the Trans Penine Trail near Rother Valley Country Park.
It’s quite interesting to look at historic maps of the area and see the network of railway lines that served the coal mine that used to exist in the area. Wandering through the birch woodland that now covers a lot of the area, it’s quite easy to stumble over old track-beds and entire bridges surrounded by thick overgrowth.
The first post of another new year. I’ve now posted daily for six full years!
For once, it’s some photos that’re relatively fresh, having been made less than a week ago at time of typing.
We had misty weather across large parts of the UK in the days following Christmas, so I made an effort to go out and take advantage of the atmospheric conditions. I probably missed the best of the mist on this particular day as I didn’t venture out until the afternoon, but there is still enough of it around to add a little to the pictures.
These shelters spring up every now and again in the trees close to the Trans Pennine Trail. I’ve never seen anyone building them and I don’t know who makes them or if they serve any particular purpose – there’s the remnants of a small camp fire in front of the second one, so I guess somebody spent at least a little time there, but they don’t look like they will give that much protection from the elements.
It’s that time of year when I flood the blog with lots of pictures of traction engines and other vintage vehicles. This year I visited the Sheffield Steam Rally, as usual, but also visited the Haxey Feast, which is a new (and at present, smaller event, so I have quite a few pictures to share.
I might drop them in batches, like this roll of Tri-X, or maybe some as individual frames. We’ll see how it goes.
Looking on Google Maps, there doesn’t appear to be a name for this street in Castleton. It branches off another road named Goosehill and heads down to Peakshole Water and the footpath to Peak Cavern.
Whatever its name (and I’m sure it must have one), it was a scenic spot for a picture.
Peakshole Water is named after Peak Cavern, which is its source (although other nearby emergence’s of underground streams also contribute greatly to the flow). It flows through Castleton, and then down to Hope where it becomes a tributary of the River Noe flowing from Edale.
Peakshole Water has only one named tributary, the impressively titled Odin Stitch – a stream that emerges from Odin Mine at Mam Tor.
The pictures below show Peakshole Water not far from its source.
Two photographs of Peveril Castle which sits above the village of Castleton. Or, to be more specific, the remains of the keep at Peveril Castle. The first was shot within the castle grounds, the second taken looking up at the same location from Cave Dale.
Today has been a tiring day. Not because I’ve been busy, but because I decided to pull an all-nighter and watch yesterday’s General Election results as they came in through the night. Apart from a short nap at about 1am in the morning for an hour or so, I have been awake since 7am yesterday morning.
I feel like the towel in this picture, and I’ve caught myself nodding off while sat upright a number of times now!