Ooh, just realised the last post was my 2500th! Seems like a good milestone.  I hope I can do another 2500 - and more!

Pink blush

Nancy's blushes, pale carmine, party surprise, rose trellis - just a few names for this shade of pink, according to the paint manufacturers' charts. Personally, I never would choose pink to decorate a room. Being a naturally fair-skinned blonde (English rose, I guess) I do, however, like to wear pink, and have a sweater in a similar colour to this geranium. The plant was in the greenhouse that runs along one side of the walled garden at Scargill House. Despite the lateness of the season it was full of flowers, including some late flowering sweet peas that filled the air with their delightful fragrance.

Within the walls

Whilst in the Yorkshire Dales I was staying at a Christian holiday and conference centre, Scargill House. It's a wonderfully peaceful place in a lovely setting, and nowhere is more beautiful to rest awhile than the walled garden. It is well-established, though it had been neglected for a time and has been revived by the careful tending of volunteers over the past two or three years. Even at this season there were many flowers still blooming and plenty of rich colour in the foliage too. 

It's all about the sky

There were fantastic views driving back down towards Grassington from the lead mining area. Although I wished the incessant rain would stop for longer than just a few minutes at a time, that kind of weather makes for some fabulous and dramatic skies.

I learned several things during the week:
- a plastic bag is better than nothing for keeping one's camera reasonably dry, though excessive use of the telephoto lens in the rain can cause moisture to seep inside the lens casing;
- a microfibre towel is a must-carry accessory for a photographer when it's raining;
- my boots and coat appear to be waterproof;
- waterproof over-trousers keep you warmer as well as drier;
- you should don the said over-trousers before you put your boots on;
- 'tis also better to put the rain-cover over one's backpack before it starts raining;
- similarly, it's better to put one's gloves on before one's hands get cold!
- adjourning to a nice café serving decent coffee and cake makes everything seem much better.

Yarnbury lead mines

The scene on the hills above the village of Grassington, in Wharfedale, is very different today from two hundred years ago. In the late 18th and 19th centuries, the Yarnbury lead mines employed about 170 people and, for a time, were very prosperous. Today little remains but the traces of some of the workings and buildings, bell pits, spoil heaps and a solitary chimney. It's a bit bleak on a rainy day! But well worth a visit and I might go back in kinder weather to explore further.  

Nowadays there are just sheep and a few tourists.

The former mine offices and agent's house are now residential properties; very attractive buildings, though the setting, a few miles outside Grassington up a steep and narrow track, is remote and a bit bleak.

Autumn woodland

By and large, English woods are nowhere near as spectacular in their autumn colour as the renowned woodlands of North America. It's the pops of red from the sugar maples that punctuate and give vibrance to those vistas. You rarely find maples in this country in ancient woodland, since they were mainly introduced to country estates and gardens. Nevertheless, the gentle autumn tones of green and gold are pleasing to the eye.

Grass Woods, near Grassington in Wharfedale, are best appreciated in spring when the bluebells and wild garlic flower abundantly. In autumn, they have a softer story to tell.

Chestnut beauty

Sometimes, taking the wrong path can prove rewarding. I had been exploring the little church in the hamlet of Conistone in Upper Wharfedale. A small gate in the wall at the end of its graveyard seemed to offer a quicker route back to my car but I quickly realised I had strayed into the tack yard of a stables. I apologised to the lady tending the horses - and asked if I might capitalise on my error by taking a few photographs! This chestnut beauty posed nicely, with quite a wistful look in his (or her) eye.

St Mary's Church

St Mary's Church, Conistone - a pretty little church, grade II listed, dating back to the 11th or 12th century but rebuilt in 1846. It is actively used for worship and seems very well looked after.

Conistone

Not far from Kilnsey Crag and across the River Wharfe, the attractive little village of Conistone nestles in the valley bottom. There has obviously been a settlement here for hundreds of years. The tiny church dates back to the 11th or 12th century and I found an old bricked-up doorway in the wall of one house, with a date stone that I think reads 1697.

Kilnsey Crag

The overhanging limestone cliff of Kilnsey Crag is one of the dominant features in the valley of the Upper Wharfe. It was shaped by the glaciers that once gouged out the valley and now stands about 170 feet high, with an overhang of 40 feet that makes it a magnet for climbers.

Red squirrels

We visited a red squirrel sanctuary near Hawes in Wensleydale. There are very few areas in Britain where our native red squirrels manage to survive. Most have been crowded out by introduced American grey squirrels. The reds are smaller and need larger areas in which to thrive. For many years, there have been attempts at conservation and land management to protect them but you have to go to specific areas to have any chance of seeing them.

I've never seen them in the wild before. I was delighted to get the chance to see and photograph them, though getting good shots proved even harder than I anticipated. The squirrels dart around incredibly quickly, so you need a high shutter speed and a fast telephoto lens. My camera and lens were barely up to the task; the rain and consequent low light didn't help. Choosing the highest ISO possible, shutter speed of around 1/500 and much experimentation with focus provided me with a very few passable images, which I've had to process quite carefully to reduce the grainy 'noise' caused by the high ISO.

Having said all that, aren't they adorable? There were half a dozen of them scampering around, not tame but certainly unfazed, after a while, by the fifteen or so photographers. We moved slowly and kept quiet and were richly rewarded. One of them ran right over my feet and another came down to a tree branch right beside me and spent quite a while 'eyeballing' me. I didn't dare move so I didn't get a photo, even though it was so close I could have touched it. What a thrill though!

Autumn comes to the Dales

I'm starting my retirement as I mean to go on, with holidays and my camera...  I spent a week at Scargill House in the Yorkshire Dales, Upper Wharfedale to be precise. It was a photography workshop; always good to spend time with like-minded folk and swap tips and ideas. Unfortunately the weather was rather wet (after a lovely week the previous week. Typical!) though that did make for some spectacular skies. On the journey there, just near Grassington, there are lovely views - enhanced on this occasion by a fragment of rainbow.

The Kennet in Saltaire

Here are a couple more photos of the Kennet in Saltaire, as it celebrated the two-hundredth anniversary of the opening of the Leeds-Liverpool Canal by recreating the first full navigation in 1816. The vessel is a restored working barge that is the floating museum and educational centre of the Leeds & Liverpool Canal Society.

Two hundred years

The Leeds-Liverpool Canal, which passes through Saltaire, was a decisive factor in Sir Titus Salt's plan to site his huge woollen mill at this spot.  Completed in 1816, the canal pre-dates the mill by almost forty years. This year, the bi-centenary of the Canal is being marked by various events, the most significant being the recreation of the first full navigation in 1816, when local people turned out in their thousands to greet the boats, church bells were rung, cannons fired and brass bands played. During October, the restored working barge, Kennet, is making its way along the canal, stopping off at various points for celebrations.

Despite very heavy rain, I went down to the canal in Saltaire to see the Kennet pass through. (The things I do for this blog!) There was a brass band, playing under the bridge for shelter! The church bells rang and a couple of hundred hardy souls, including the Lord Mayor of Bradford and a BBC Yorkshire camera crew were there to witness the event. Tempting to think we were indeed 'recreating' something... except that in 1816 Saltaire didn't exist and the boats would have been making their way through green fields and heading for the Five-Rise Locks at Bingley for whatever razzmatazz the townsfolk there had dreamed up.

Never mind, it makes a good 'old' picture, doesn't it?

Wreathed in smoke...

... and smiles. It's clear just how much the people who own and care for the exhibits at these steam fairs love and are passionate about steam and machines.  They spend hours polishing them, oiling them, sprucing them up - and equal numbers of hours chatting and comparing notes, beer in hand. There are a few women (wives and girlfriends, perhaps, working on the principle "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em!") but it is mostly blokes, for whom clearly this is an all-consuming hobby.

From consternation to celebration

More from Chipping Steam Fair.... This huge traction engine, an 1889 Marshall engine named Mary Margaret, was a star exhibit. Owned by M Davison, it usually 'lives' in Co. Durham at the Beamish Museum. It had been planned to demonstrate how it could power a saw mill. These big steam-driven machines were mostly used to pull heavy loads or to run agricultural machinery, by means of a continuous leather belt attached to a flywheel. They were first produced in the 1850s and their use had died out in the UK by the 1950s, though many have been preserved and maintained by enthusiasts. 

The day was dry and bright but the previous few days had been wet and the ground was soft. This massive machine (which weighs 10 tonnes) therefore had a great deal of difficulty manoeuvring and its huge wheels were sinking into the mud. There was much consternation, and then a great deal of effort and concentration, using wooden sleepers to try and gain some purchase on the turf. Eventually - celebration! They got it into place and attached the huge belt from the flywheel to the circular saw, which was powered up. It then sliced through enormous tree trunks like they were butter. Aside from a pair of goggles, there was not much 'elf and safety' in evidence for the operators!

Traffic light colours

Possibly my favourite photo of the steam fair batch (which goes to show how bad the rest are!) I liked the shapes and the red, yellow and green primary colours, like traffic lights... and it all reminds me nostalgically of my dad's garage, somehow.

Bored?

All dressed up in their overalls; not sure if the blackened faces were earned or just for show! The kids looked a bit bored though... Perhaps, if dad is a fanatic, they have to spend a lot of weekends at steam fairs...

Green Panther

Chipping Steam Fair - This metallic green was a thrilling colour. I like the abstract image but the whole car - a 1974 Panther J72 - was rather thrilling and beautiful too. It was for sale; it could have been yours for a mere £27000!  Though how you drive one on the road, heaven knows... Imagine trying to turn out of a side road with that amount of bonnet (hood!) sticking out, before you could see what was coming! (Yup, I'm so practical...)

Steam fair

Earlier in the summer, I visited a steam fair in Chipping in Lancashire. It was a relatively small gathering but still quite interesting. There were more classic cars and old tractors than steam engines, but plenty of sideshows and lots going on.

I was very disappointed in all the photos I took. Sometimes you just get days like that, don't you? The sun was bright and it was quite a hot day, so there were a lot of harsh shadows to deal with and there wasn't much steam about; that's always much better when it's cold and the steam hangs in the air. At busy events I often find it hard to isolate the point of interest from the background. I'm rather shy of asking people for portraits and the candid shots I took were all pretty useless, seeming to catch people just when they were looking unattractive! Never mind, I'll try again another time. Learning all the time...

I'll show a few pictures over the next few days, just for interest, though they are not up to standard!

Forest of Light

The night sky darkens and the 'Forest of Light' shimmers with vibrant colour, reflected in the mirror pool in Bradford's City Park. This art installation, designed by master light artists T.I.L.T, from France, has been illuminated for four nights. There are 56 light sculptures: red and gold-tipped reeds, giant thistles like fireworks, golden catkins and glowing red flowers, all beautifully reflected in the water. The show attracted thousands of visitors and although some seemed to expect more animation, most were content simply to drink in the atmosphere and enjoy a stroll around the park.

Glow

As night falls in Bradford, the strange flowers begin to glow...

Strange goings-on in Bradford

I took a rare evening trip into the city of Bradford... There were strange flowers alongside the lights that look like bullrushes.

City Hall, the clock tower shrouded in scaffold, was catching the last rays of the day's intermittent sunshine and there were 'trees' and 'flowers' sprouting from the mirror pool. People beginning to gather... An air of expectancy...

Pots aplenty

Most of the walls around Saltaire, certainly on the back streets, have plant pots adorning them, full of bright flowers and herbs. It always seems to me to add a slightly Mediterranean flavour to the village.

Chevvy

You never know what you're going to see from one day to another in Saltaire... This lovely old Chevrolet was parked in the church car park one weekend, looking as if it owned the place! ('They don't write songs about Hondas.')

Such rubbish

Why do cats like to sit on the top of wheelie bins?...

Paradise

A marble bust of Sir Titus Salt has been positioned just inside the entrance to the 1833 Gallery, on the ground floor of Salts Mill. Once full of machinery, when the vast Mill produced 30,000 yards of alpaca and worsted cloth per day, this huge room now houses a gallery full of prints and paintings by the artist David Hockney, a valuable collection of Burmantofts ceramics, a wonderful selection of artists' materials and many covetable books on art and photography. The whole room is always scented with huge vases of lilies. The fragrance is sometimes so strong that you can smell them outside. Paradise!

Many hands

'Many hands' could have been the theme for The Big Picnic, as it involved large numbers of volunteers from fourteen local churches both on the day and in the months leading up to it. (It has been a good twelve months in preparation.) On the day, many hands were using their skills to pamper and prettify - painting children's faces, glittery 'tattoos', henna hand painting and polishing nails.