The picture shared today features a pair of adult swans and, if you look closely, their brood of cygnets.
The photograph was taken a few minutes after the swan at the front had gone into full blown protect-the-family mode.
A man was coming down the canal on a sit-down paddle board (he must have been fishing, as there were a couple of fishing rods attached to the back of the board). As soon as the swan noticed him heading in the direction of its family, even though he was still about thirty meters away, immediately launched into a threatening flight directly towards the man, flying inches above the surface, it’s wing tips making splashes on the water.
The guy on the paddle-board slowed himself to a stop and the swan dropped back into the water maybe seven or eight feet in front of him, it’s long neck coiled down into a tight number-two shape. The swan then proceeded to swim back and forth in front of the board, clearly prepared for any sign of hostility towards it’s nearby family. This continued until the guy gently and slowly passed downstream from the birds.
I took great care not to antagonise the swans when I took this picture. The thing about a swan being able to break a man’s arm is most likely an urban myth, but I felt it prudent to take no chances. 🙂
Yashica Mat 124G & Fujifilm Pro 400H. Lab developed, home scanned and converted with Negative Lab Pro. Converted to B&W in Lightroom.
The first two boats in this scene – Willow and Trisantona – look best suited to the adjacent River Trent, although I suppose they can also traverse the River Idle. I’m not sure if boats like this venture onto the Chesterfield Canal, and I expect that their wakes would cause quite a commotion if they did. That journey is probably left to narrowboats, like the ones moored in the background.
Occasionally on this blog I will post a photograph without saying anything about it. I could try and bluff my way through this and claim that “the picture speaks for itself“, or something similar, but that would be – pardon my French – bullshit.
What it actually means is, usually, one of two things:
I have writer’s block and can’t think of anything to say.
I don’t have time to write anything.
Option 2 is the usual culprit. I’ve either been doing something that has kept me from the computer, or I’ve been doing something else on the computer (or PlayStation…) and the time has gotten away from me. Either way, the result is the same, a picture without words.
Today was going to be a similar thing, but then I wrote this.
So here’s a picture that has words, they’re just not connected to its contents whatsoever…
This is the same house that I shared a picture of yesterday. It definitely needs some TLC, but I imagine it will be worth a fortune when renovated.
Those two black specks at the top of the picture are birds. I ummed and aahed about painting them out, but decided they were there when the picture was shot, so there they can remain.
The last picture I have to share for the day I walked between West Stockwith and Misterton, is this shot or a bicycle in front of a barge at the marina where the Chesterfield Canal joins the River Trent.
This is my favourite photograph from my walk between West Stockwith and Misterton. I presume this particular bridge is for farm traffic as there is no road atop it, just grass when viewed from Google Maps.
I spotted the composition as I approached the bridge, and then moved around a bit until it looked just right in the viewfinder. I was expecting the arch of the bridge to render more darkly, assuming the camera would meter on the brighter area in centre of frame, but it captured the reflected light from the ripples on the canal beautifully.
This is the second of my “Walk With a Camera” series, and a hike I plucked from the routes available on the excellent Ordnance Survey app. West Stockwith is a location I’ve had earmarked for a visit for a while, so finding a circular walking route on the app sealed the deal, and I set off on a pleasant Sunday in March to see what I might find.
The route is an easy one, being less than five miles in length and with an uphill elevation of only 85 feet.
West Stockwith is a village in Nottinghamshire which sits beside the River Trent. It’s sister, East Stockwith, sits on the opposite bank, although there is no easy way to travel between them. A ferry used to operate, but the service ceased in the 1950s. A journey south to Gainsborough, where the closest bridge stands, is the quickest route.
West Stockwith also marks the location where two other waterways join the Trent. The River Idle would form part of my route on the westbound leg of the walk, and the Chesterfield Canal would return me back east to where I started. These waterways once provided industry for the village, but traffic along them in modern times is leisure based.
As the River Trent is still tidal at this point, there are a number of barriers in place to allow water levels to be managed and to allow passage for boats. This entrance sluice is the final barrier before the River Idle enters the Trent.
After photographing the sluice gate, I set off along the footpath that follows the Idle to the west. The initial part of the footpath squeezes past a riverside property and is not immediately apparent. This Google Streetview image shows the entrance under the arch beside the blue door.
A little further upstream beyond the sluice is a pumping station which not only helps manage the water levels on the Idle, but also provides passage for river traffic. Indeed, the whole stretch of river between the pumping station and the sluice can act as a single large lock allowing multiple boats to traverse between the Trent and the rest of the Idle at the same time.
Past the pumping station, the footpath follows the river from atop an earthen flood bank, the river to the south and open fields to the north. A series of powerlines cross these fields, running from West Burton and Cottam Power stations to the south (although both are now scheduled for demolition, at least in part).
Before too long the sight of two large chimneys comes into view on the far bank of the river.
A short while later, there is a bridge across the river which then took me back east a short distance before I turned south along a lane that passes the building with the chimneys. Once a pump house, this is now a posh-looking residence named the Pump House Art Studio that is available to rent for short stays. The water flowing beneath the structure is not the River Idle, but a man-made channel named the Mother Drain.
The lane heads southwards through a couple of 90-degree bends, dips under a railway bridge, before entering the eastern side of the village of Misterton. After passing an interesting looking residential home, the route of the walk heads further into Misterton before turning off the roads and back into some fields to the north of the village. The path skirts the village for a while before re-entering it at it’s north eastern side and onto a pleasant looking road.
Walking south down this road brought me to a junction with a saddlery on one of the corners. I don’t see many saddleries in the city where I live, so it was worth a photograph, especially with the horses head stuck on the front of the building. Being a Sunday afternoon, the place was closed, but I can imagine there being an interesting display behind the shuttered window.
Across the road from the saddlery is the village church, which is where I’ll continue in part 2…
Steel City Snapper photography 