The yellow rose of.....

No, not Texas; this yellow rose is in Saltaire, blooming in the allotment gardens in front of Salts Mill and offering a pretty foreground and a good contrast to the regular lines and industrial grandeur of the Mill.  As I walked past, its fragrance was noticeable - the scent of roses is one of my favourites.  (I'm hooked on 'Stella' perfume at the moment because it smells of roses.)

Incidentally, for years I thought the song 'The Yellow Rose of Texas' was about yellow rows of taxis - and that was even before I went deaf!

Brick and rust

Not everything in Saltaire is well-preserved.  A half a mile or so along the Leeds-Liverpool Canal there is an old canal-side warehouse, built of brick (unusually for this area; most buildings are stone).  It has been empty for years and is gradually being reclaimed by nature - plants, birds, rain and frost.  I think it's kind of beautiful in its own way... mellowed.  The other day I noticed this old barge temporarily resting alongside and I was attracted by the harmony of colours.  I've seen the barge at various points up and down the canal.  It belongs to British Waterways and is presumably used from time to time for some kind of 'dirty' job - maybe fishing old supermarket trolleys out of the canal?  There's not a lot to spoil on it, but its rust is not unpleasant for those with eyes to see.

Water splash?

Somewhat surprisingly, this image was taken very close to Saltaire, just across the river.  Close by but out of shot to the right is a housing estate.  Perhaps there is a small clue to its urban setting in the photo... do you see the blue rope hanging from the tree?  It seems that childen still enjoy hanging on to a rope and leaping a stream - no doubt many of them go home with wet clothes, but happy!

Swan

I'm still trying to take a picture of a swan that I consider successful.  They won't 'pose' for me at all!  I thought this was really unusual though.  Taken on the Leeds-Liverpool Canal alongside the industrial units at the back of Salts Mill in Saltaire, the foliage and lines of the buildings make this very jazzy reflection.

It is one of last year's cygnets - its brown feathers have almost disappeared.  Two of the 2010 brood of seven or eight survived to adulthood and are still hanging around Saltaire.  I am happy to report that I saw its parents with two 2011 babies the other day.  This year, the Canada geese have reared seven goslings to quite a respectable size, which seems a considerable achievement.  There are so many hazards and predators, not least the sizeable local cat population.

I'm entering Weekend Reflections again this week - click the link to see the other entries, hosted by James at Newtown Area Photo.

I've also started to put some more photos of my recent Lake District holiday on my other blog.

Determination

As regular readers of my blog will know, the Belwarp lion (yesterday) isn't the only beast to grace Saltaire.  There are four splendid stone lions guarding the centre of the village, outside the Victoria Hall and what were the Factory Schools (now part of Shipley College).  This lovely chap is called 'Determination', though its name on the sandstone plinth has almost worn away.  I always think it fitting that 'Determination' should be at the entrance to the school.  In the late 1800s, those small children who first came here to be educated, after a long shift working in the mill, must have needed every ounce of determination to survive their harsh life.  Perhaps today's students, in their own ways, need to show equal determination to progress in their studies.  Many will be sitting examinations at the moment. I'm so glad that's not me!

Salt's Belwarp

Salts Mill used to be a thriving textile mill, from 1853 when it opened right through to 1986 when closed down.  During that time it had various owners and the company had various names but the Belwarp logo, with its lion and bell, was used for much of the time.  It is immortalised in the fabric of the building, carved in stone on the south face, above what is now the All Terrain Cycles shop.

Belwarp Serges were advertised as being "guaranteed in fast colour and unshrinkable to a greater degree than any other serges on the market. In England and on the Continent these serges are preferred before all others.  No lady's wardrobe is complete without a 'Belwarp' serge dress."  Serge is a high-quality woollen twill cloth.  The heaviest versions were used for military uniforms.  There is a poster advertised for sale on Amazon, from a newspaper of 1890, which shows the Belwarp lion advertising Belwarp serge made by John Maddocks & Co.  John Maddocks was one of the businessmen who took over Sir Titus Salt, Baronet, Sons & Company Ltd when it went into receivership in 1892, so it's possible that the lion logo came along at that time.  I don't know for sure.  I've also found a snippet in the Sydney Morning Herald 1903 which speaks of a Sydney tailor, Mr D T Grant, using Belwarp serges so it sounds like they were exported right across the world.

 

I took the photo of the poster above at a Christmas event in the Victoria Hall (which explains the bells!).  It is part of the Saltaire Archive held by Shipley College and I believe this advert dates from the 1950s.

Detail of Saltaire's Victoria Hall

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A close-up view of Saltaire's Italianate Victoria Hall and its tower.  You can see the elaborate Corinthian columns and all manner of carved faces and detailing.  It seems no expense was spared on what was one of the centrepieces of Sir Titus Salt's model village - the Saltaire Club and Institute.  Completed in 1871, it provided leisure and learning facilities for Saltaire's residents and the workers at Salt's Mill.  For more information and views of this magnificent building, please see here or click the Victoria Hall label below.

There are community events, concerts and fairs most weekends in the Victoria Hall.  I've been asked to mention one coming up soon: the Rawfest Natural Living Festival, 'Yorkshire's finest natural, organic and raw fair'.  It's on Sunday 3 July from 10.00am - 4.30pm.  Sounds good: lots of stalls of food & drinks, natural beauty products, natural cleaning products, organic gardening and some children's activities.  I think many of us are keen to avoid nasty chemicals and artificial ingredients; this is a chance to learn more and to sample some products.  Click the link for more info.

Zumba Party in the Park

Such a joyful scene in Roberts Park, Saltaire on Sunday when lots of young women got together for a 'Zumba Party in the Park' to raise money for The Haven in Leeds, an organisation that provides support and counselling for women with breast cancer.








The mass zumba workout was organised by the proprietor of Shipley dance school 'The DM Academy', Deana Morgan, who was herself diagnosed with breast cancer in 2006.  (Zumba, for those who don't know, is the latest fitness craze, fusing dance moves with Latin rhythms. "Ditch the workout, join the party!")






I must say it looked like lots of fun.  There was a great atmosphere in Roberts Park, enlivened still further by the arrival of the local Shipley fire crew! (Who could blame them for coming along to lend support..?)




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I is for Information

The Tourist Information Centre in Saltaire closed in 2007.  It was privately run by Roger and Anne Heald from their thriving little Gift Shop at 2 Victoria Road (where Magic Number 3 is now) and was a really friendly and homely place, offering a warm welcome to visitors from near and far.  When they retired, the business closed down and since then there has been no central place in Saltaire where visitors could get help or information about the village and its history... a sad state of affairs for what is now a World Heritage Site.  There has been talk for a while of Bradford Council opening a Visitor Information Centre in the village and on my evening walk the other day I noticed this big blue  'i'...... so it looks like it's happened, hurrah!  The Centre is housed in what used to be Sir Titus Salt's private quarters in Salts Mill, at the bottom of Victoria Road; rather appropriate I think.  I will make sure I go and visit it soon, and report back further!

(BTW you can see yesterday's window up there - but the sun was fading fast.)

Liquid gold

I'm desperate to replenish my stock of photos to post on my blog - running really low since I've been otherwise occupied.  I set out at 'the golden hour' to see what there was to see in Saltaire... but, before I'd got very far, the sun had slid behind a bank of clouds and that was that!  I did, however, catch this window in Salts Mill reflecting the golden stone, made warm in the evening light.  The original old Victorian glass is so flawed that it looks more like a reflection in water than glass.  This was a window in Sir Titus Salt's former office annexe.  He must have had a romantic and rather soft-focussed view of his creation through that window!

This is my contribution to Weekend Reflections - click here to see thumbnail pics of the other entries; there are always some great images.

Sky food

I'm joining in Skywatch Friday this week - click here for more glorious global skies

Between Saltaire village and the nearest small town centre of Shipley, a distance of less than a mile (1.6 km) is a stretch of what I can only call 'urban corridor'.  It's a fairly nondescript hotchpotch of blocks of flats, offices, small industrial units, a garage and a few pubs, shops and restaurants.  Nothing special, not especially smart, just the kind of scene repeated in our towns the length and breadth of England.  However, because the main road running through is quite wide, somehow what I always notice here is the sky.  The other morning, as I walked to work, it was full of promise of the sunny day to come; something to feast on to sustain me through another day spent indoors.

'The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.'  ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Not much of a view from inside...

This shot just about sums up my weekend as far as my reporting on the rest of the Saltaire Arts Trail went!  For much of the time I was inside, busy chatting to people and keeping an eye on our exhibition at St Peter's.  I did try and find time to venture out - but everytime I went out it rained and it was so dark and grey that none of the photos I took came out well.  Furthermore, the Open Houses in Saltaire (which, being Saltaire houses, are mostly quite small inside) were so popular that they were packed with folk.  Even when you managed to get inside you could barely see the exhibits for bodies!  That seemed to be my experience anyway.

This was the view through the window at Number 19 and as far as I can remember, the exhibits here were quite nice.... I think one was a teatowel that said "I must not hang my washing in the street", which was reputedly one of the rules that Sir Titus Salt insisted upon. (The Rules are actually believed to be mythical.) 

Martin at 'Bradford, my town' has a much better series of photos and reports than I.  Check his out, several days starting from the link I've given.  I even missed another photography exhibition in Salts Mill roof space - didn't even know that was on!

Our exhibition

So much hard work involved in mounting an exhibition! But I think it was worth it... The exhibition, entitled "Yorkshire - God's Own County" was part of this year's Saltaire Arts Trail.  We showed about 100 photographs (of Yorkshire of course) and an AV sequence, all taken by members of St Peter's Church Photography Group, of which I'm a member.  The church is a lovely space to show an exhibition like that, and I was really delighted with the way it looked.  We had a steady stream of visitors throughout the three days, even though the church is uphill out of Saltaire and thus a bit of a walk.  We received some very encouraging comments, especially pleasing since most of us have not exhibited our photos before.  We range from beginners with fairly basic compact cameras to more experienced DSLR users but none of us think of ourselves as 'pros'.  It's amazing how good an image can look when enlarged, well-printed and nicely mounted.  Well done everybody!

Just leave it a week or two before you suggest to me that we do another exhibition though.....!

Meccano

Meanwhile, back in Saltaire, construction has started on the Jane Hills site that I mentioned a few weeks ago.  It is going to be an orthodontics factory for Ortho-Care (UK) Ltd.  (See article in local paper).  There is actually (so far anyway) quite a wide space left between the new building and the old cottages, which I assume will be a car park.  Even so, the view will be altered forever.  The local residents have put up quite a lot of opposition over the years to prevent an office block being built on the site - but in the end they didn't win their fight.

I think the frame looks like a giant Meccano set.  (Do you remember Meccano? Being a girl, I never got a set but I always wanted one!  When I was a kid, it used to be made of metal.  I think they still make construction sets but these days they're plastic and the firm has diversified into models and suchlike.)

Moo to you ...

On the way back from the Solway Firth coast, we stopped at Wellington farm to buy ice-cream, made from the milk of their herd of Jersey cows.  It was delicious, very creamy.  I had an orangey flavoured one.  It was hard to choose, they had so many different flavours!  As well as the herd of Jerseys they have a small animal enclosure with all sorts of things for children to enjoy - chickens, pigs, goats, rabbits - and these Highland cattle, which I adored!  The view of the Lake District fells across the fields was glorious.

Anyway, I think we'd better say 'Farewell' to the Lake District for now - or I'll be having to retitle my blog Lake District Daily Photo!  (I wonder if anyone does one of those?)  Now that our exhibition is over I might find time to get out again and take a few photos locally.  Let's hope the weather cheers up a bit soon.

I, the Lord of sea and sky

 

Though inland far we be,
Our souls have sight of that immortal sea
Which brought us hither.
~William Wordsworth, Intimations of Immortality

It seemed appropriate to have a Wordsworth quote alongside this picture of the coast at the Solway Firth, on the edge of the Lake District, Wordsworth's home and his inspiration.  What is it about the sea and sky that make me feel so free and yet so pensive?

Allonby

In an effort to escape the rain clouds that tend to cleave to the Lake District's mountains (Seathwaite in Cumbria is the wettest place in England with an annual average rainfall of 124 inches / 3.15 m!), we travelled out west one day to Allonby on the nearby Solway coast.  It's officially classified as an Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty - and you can see why.  Looking north-west towards the Galloway hills of Scotland, seen in the distance, there are miles of sand and mud flats, grassy dunes and rocks.  The tide goes right out leaving the mud exposed and, in consequence, it is an area rich in birdlife.  When the tide comes in it does so in a rather unpredictable way, so one has to be rather careful not to get stranded.  There were blue skies and moody clouds, and all the lovely natural tones of the coast. (Taupe, grey, pale blue, pale green, white: these are 'my' colours and make me feel utterly serene.)  It was a lovely day for photography and a soothing day for my soul.

A basket of flowers

I came across this delightful basket of flowers in the garden of Brantwood, John Ruskin's former home on Coniston (see yesterday's post).  It appealed to me as an artless, natural still-life so I crouched down to photograph it.  When I walked back up the same path a few minutes later it was gone, which - in some funny way - pleased me even more!

BTW, it's the big Arts Trail Weekend 2011 in Saltaire this weekend.  If you live in the north of England do come and visit.  There are all kinds of interesting things - a maker's fair, open houses in the village and exhibitions - including our own photography exhibition: 'Yorkshire - God's Own County', in St Peter's Church, Moorhead Lane, Shipley (take no notice of the brochure, which says Victoria Road!)   Would love to see  you!  Look on the website for a full programme.

Brantwood

This is the view through a window at Brantwood on Coniston, the former home of the eminent Victorian, John Ruskin (1819-1900).  A very talented man, he was an artist, writer, philosopher, critic, social reformer, conservationist - a hugely inspirational thinker.  (His writings had a profound influence on many, including Mahatma Gandhi.)  He lived at Brantwood from 1872 until his death in 1900.  Described as a powerhouse of ideas, this is where he did most of his writing and entertaining in his later years and from where his ideas spread to influence art, economics and social thinking in England and internationally.  (Think what he'd have done with the internet!)

It is in many ways a modest house, though attractive and interesting, full of treasures and lovely watercolours by Ruskin himself, JMW Turner and others.  It sits on the hillside above Coniston Water, giving amazing views across the lake and mountains.  The gardens are a delight.  Ruskin himself oversaw their development, using his land to explore a variety of gardening experiments and engineering projects (including a small harbour on the lakeside)  .  When I visited, the whole place was alive with vibrantly coloured azaleas and the woods full of bluebells.  I wandered around the gardens in a blissed-out state for over two hours!  If you ever visit the Lakes, then Brantwood is well worth seeing.

Coniston Water

Coniston Water is the third largest lake in the Lake District, in the south-western corner of the National Park.  Another ribbon lake, it's five miles long.  The little town of Coniston sits on its western shore.  The area has three famous connections.  Coniston Water was the site of many attempts to break the world water-speed record and on one attempt in 1967 Donald Campbell was killed in his craft Bluebird when it somersaulted at 320 mph and sank.  The lake was also the inspiration for Arthur Ransome's famous children's novel "Swallows and Amazons" and some of its sequels.  (A must-read, if you haven't read it already!)  It is also the setting for the house known as Brantwood, home to the eminent Victorian artist, writer and philosopher John Ruskin.... more on that tomorrow...

Sheep ... and a funny way of counting

You can't fail to notice the sheep in the Lake District.  They're everywhere, bred to live out on the fells (hillsides) in all weathers.  Now I can't pretend to be an expert but, whilst we were talking to a pair of friendly shepherds who were marking this year's lambs with dye, I got busy taking portraits. The wonders of the internet mean that I have fairly confidently identified these! 

The top left and bottom right are, I think, Swaledale (or possibly Rough Fell) sheep: hardy upland breeds bred for their meat and recognisable by the white mark across the face.  The suspicious-looking one bottom left is,  I'm pretty sure, a Herdwick, native to the Lake District and bred both for their coarse grey wool and for meat. (Apparently they ate Herdwick lamb at Queen Elizabeth II's coronation feast in 1953.)  They have been shaped by the Cumbrian fells and in turn they have shaped the landscape, keeping the fellsides cropped and largely treeless and criss-crossed by the numerous dry stone walls built to contain the flocks.  It's a little known fact that the children's author, Beatrix Potter, who lived most of her life in the Lake District, was a celebrated breeder of Herdwicks.  The lambs, top right, are more of a puzzle but they're not Herdwicks.  Herdwick lambs are pure black and look delightful leaping about in the fields.

My dad used to amuse me as a child by reciting the ancient shepherd's counting system - Yan, Tyan, Tethera, Methera, Pimp, Sethera, Lethera, Hovera, Dovera, Dick is the equivalent of one to ten in the North Lakes! Bumfit (15) used to make me laugh the most!

Nice weather for ducks...

Oh dear, I'm struggling to keep up with my blogging at the moment.  I'm sure everyone has spells like this sometimes.  I arrived back from holiday and, of course, was straight back to work.  Out every evening last week, a busy family weekend (lovely, but busy!) and still trying to do the last minute things for our Photography Exhibition next weekend.  Normal service will be resumed soon!  There's no time to go out and actually take photos, more is the pity.  I still have lots from my holiday that I'd like to share but they do need a bit of prepping and writing about.  This one doesn't need much explanation..... a duck enjoying a puddle in a car park in Keswick.  We'd had a very dry spring until the week I went on holiday!

Pastoral...

Rydal Water is an attractive little lake, nestled between Grasmere to the north and Windermere further south.  The valley in late spring is filled with a hundred different shades of green, with hawthorn blossom, bluebells and wild garlic (ramsons) adding highlights here and there.  These cows seemed to be anticipating rain (and they were not disappointed!) - or is it an old wives' tale that cows lie down when it's going to rain?  Although I didn't get the hoped-for reflections on the lake, nevertheless bits of blue sky added soft toning to the water.

The Grot at Rydal

We spent a day exploring around Rydal Water, one of the Lake District's smallest lakes, and Rydal Hall, a historic house that originally belonged to the le Fleming family.  It is now a Christian conference centre and retreat house, run by the Diocese of Carlisle.  It has lovely, formal gardens laid out in 1909 by Thomas Mawson and now restored.  They incorporate a series of natural waterfalls crashing down a ravine.  The little building, called The Grot (grotto) was built around 1669 as a 'window' from which to view the lower Rydal Beck falls.  Nearby is a teashop in the Old School Room, which I can testify had excellent cake!

Rydal Hall is not to be confused with the nearby Rydal Mount, home of the poet William Wordsworth from 1813 until his death in 1850.

Derwentwater

Another classic Lakeland image - this time of Derwentwater, one of the lakes in the north of the Lake District.  Keswick, the main town on its shore, close to where I was staying, is one of the largest towns in the National Park.  It's a magnet for walkers and climbers; every other shop sells outdoor clothing and mountaineering gear.  This weather was typical of the week - dramatic skies with fast-moving clouds, as it was very windy.  When the sun came out it was very bright but there were also frequent heavy showers.  Not the easiest conditions for my little camera but I persevered.  I had hoped to get some wonderful reflections of the mountains in the lakes but the choppy conditions made that impossible.  And, as you can see, there was no-one foolhardy enough to risk a rowing boat! Though the nice old wooden motor launches continued their cruises up and down the lake.

Keswick has a really nice theatre on the lakeside.  John Gravett (who runs Lakeland Photographic Holidays, with whom I was holidaying) currently has a fantastic exhibition of black and white prints showing there.  See here.  His photography is truly stunning.  I came away rather humbled and hugely inspired. (And the proud owner of one of his gorgeous prints.)

Lake Windermere

Lake Windermere, at the southern end of the Lake District, is the largest natural lake in England, over 10 miles long by a mile wide.  It is what's known as a ribbon lake: a long, thin stretch of water sitting in a trough gouged out by glaciers in the Ice Age, which then filled with meltwater when the ice retreated.  There are three small towns around the lake - Ambleside, Bowness and Windermere - and the area is extremely popular with tourists.  The lake is very crowded with boats - over 10,000 registered there!  In addition there are ferries and pleasure cruisers making frequent tours.

I stopped off there on my way up to the North Lakes, just to have a look around.  As you can see, the sky was dark and there was heavy rain most of the afternoon.  In the end I retreated indoors.... to visit a wonderful house called Blackwell, built in 1900 in the Arts and Crafts style by M H Baillie Scott, as a holiday home for a wealthy Manchester brewery owner, Sir Edward Holt.  It's absolutely delightful, a real joy; wonderfully preserved and exquisite in the detailing. As a bonus, there was an excellent exhibition of beautiful and evocative photos of the house. (No photos on this blog.  I didn't take many because there was no light outside and photography wasn't allowed inside.  I might put a couple on my other blog in time.)  If you're interested, take a look at the website or, better still, visit if you can - I highly recommend it.

A good omen?

I've just returned from a week's holiday in the Lake District, a National Park in Cumbria, in the north-western corner of England.  It's not far from Yorkshire (about a two hour drive from Saltaire), but I haven't visited for years.  I went on a geography field trip to the North Lakes when I was at school (how many years ago?...) and I've had a couple of short visits since, but I have rather neglected this beautiful corner of England.  This time, I went on a photography holiday and it was great fun and very inspirational to be with a group of like-minded people.  We had some very skilled tuition and I learnt a lot - about photography and about myself as a photographer.  I'm going to indulge myself by putting a few photos on this blog. (Even though it's not Saltaire, I think people don't mind seeing other parts of the UK too).  When I have time, I'll probably put some more information and a series of photos on my other blog as well (but first there's the small matter of my club's Photography Exhibition on 27-29 May to attend to).

This was the view from my bedroom window the evening I arrived.  I stayed in Braithwaite, a small village just outside Keswick, in the North Lakes.  I took the rainbow as a good omen - though of course it means rain is not far away and we did see quite a lot of heavy showers throughout the week.

Flight of fancy

The steps on either side of the Half-Moon Café in Roberts Park, Saltaire connect the formal upper terraces of the park with the cricket pitch and grassy area beside the river.  They are satisfyingly grand - wide and decorative, thanks to the pierced stonework.  (If you look back at yesterday's photo of Salts Mill's twin towers you will see a similar little round motif set into them.)   I like to imagine Victorian ladies in their crinolines sweeping down the stairs, though I don't think they would have got a cup of tea from the Half-Moon Pavilion in those days.  We in the 21st century are much better served.  Take a look at the Café's website - they even have a Diners Club now, on the last Friday of each month.  [And a certain jennyfreckles provided the website photo ;-) ].

Favourite

Hello - I'm back from my holiday in the Lake District.  It was very 'sunshine and showers', a bit ironic considering there's been no rain at all for the past six weeks.  I took loads of photos (of course!) and will post some on here as soon as I have sorted them out.  Thanks to everyone for your lovely comments over the past week - I've just finished reading them all and really enjoyed them.  There seems to have been a fault with Blogger's auto-posting - my last Thursday's post appeared and then disappeared, but I have now posted it again.  It lost its comments though.... sorry if you wrote one and it has gone.

Hope to catch up on your blogs, over the next few days.  In the meantime, I've one or two Saltaire shots that I prepared earlier.

This is one of my favourite photos of one of my favourite bits of Saltaire - the ornamental 'twin towers' on the long south frontage of Salts Mill.  At least, I think they are merely ornamental.  They might, I suppose, have been chimneys at one time.  You can see clearly the elborate Italianate stonework, astonishing in its detail considering the Mill was (still is) a functional industrial building.  Set against a leaden grey sky, the honey-coloured stone really glows.  I posted a wider-angle black and white shot of the Mill frontage earlier this year - see here.

York Gate

'Hot' colours enliven a border at the front of the house at York Gate, Adel, Leeds.

"Always remember the beauty of the garden, for there is peace."

Sybil's garden, York Gate

Geometric shapes in stone and clipped box make an interesting design in one small part of York Gate Garden, Adel, Leeds.

"One who plants a garden, plants happiness." 

Topiary, York Gate

Yew, box and privet trimmed into topiary shapes in the herb garden at York Gate, Adel, Leeds

"If you want a mind at peace, a heart that cannot harden, 

go find a door that opens wide upon a lovely garden." 

Canal Garden, York Gate

A pink magnolia tree reflected in the canal-like water feature at York Gate Garden, Adel, Leeds.

"The garden is a mirror of the heart."

The Old Orchard, York Gate

I'm not around much this week, so over the next few days I'm going to show a series of photos of the beautiful garden at York Gate, Adel, Leeds (about 8 miles from Saltaire).  It's so lovely that it needs few words to explain it and can almost be treated as a visual meditation.  Enjoy!

"A garden is a delight to the eye and a solace for the soul." -- Sadi

York Gate Garden

I recently visited the garden at York Gate, near Adel in Leeds - and was charmed.  Created by the Spencer family around their home, between 1951 and 1994, this one-acre garden is a delight. Frederick and Sybil Spencer bought the property in 1951 when their son Robin was just 17.  Frederick Spencer laid down the bones of the garden but after his death in 1963 it was Robin who took on its development.  He was not a trained horticulturalist but clearly had a flair for design and an understanding of plants and natural materials.  The garden is designed as a series of 'rooms' that lead into one another, each with its own character.  There are beautiful views through from one space to another, architectural features and pleasing little details everywhere.

Robin sadly died in 1982 but his mother Sybil continued to cherish the garden.  On her death in 1994 the garden was gifted to Perennial, the Gardeners' Royal Benevolent Society, who continue to maintain it.  It is open on Thursdays, Sundays and Bank Holiday Mondays from April to September.  For more details, see the website.

"The man who has planted a garden feels that he has done 

something for the good of the world." -- Vita Sackville-West  

"Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made
By singing: -"Oh, how beautiful!" and sitting in the shade."
~ Rudyard Kipling, "The Glory of the Garden"

Not so perfect...

Regular readers of this blog will remember me talking about this tree very close to my home, which I always think of as 'the perfect tree'.  It's a type of rowan and has white blossom in spring followed by red berries and then the leaves turn a pretty red before falling.  What makes it special (to me) is its storybook tree shape, so perfectly formed, although no-one trims it. (I'm slightly tempted to chop off that one little branch that is hanging down out of shape!)  I've shown pictures of it before, with berries and then in winter with bare branches.  Michael and Hanne wanted to know what the blossom was like so, as it has blossom right now, I set off to take a photo.  But there is a snag....  For months now there has been this tatty blue VW Beetle parked right beside it.  It looks a write-off to me - the rear axle appears to have failed and the rear wheels are sticking out at drunken angles.  So it needs carting off to the scrap yard, not leaving there to spoil the view!  (Maybe this will shame the owner into dealing with it!)

Two red tulips

I was idly waiting in the queue for an ice-cream in the Half Moon Café in Roberts Park...  They do very nice ice-cream and it was a warm day, so there was a long queue .... Anyway, my eye was drawn to these tulips, artlessly stuck on a shelf - away from some child's grasping little hand, I guess.  (The vases are usually on the tables). The unconscious arrangement and the colours struck me as rather pleasing so I took a photo - a candid still-life, if you can have such a thing.  I quite liked the photo as it was but then I started playing around with filters in Photoshop... I can easily get carried away!  This is a touch of 'rough pastels' and a bit of vignetting.  Oh, it's fun to play!

Dun't look like much ter me....

I don't usually walk to work along the canal towpath in the mornings but sometimes the morning seems so fresh and the light so lovely that I can't resist it....it makes me late for work, but luckily we work flexi-time so it's not really a problem.  The other morning I was framing up a few photos, just as an elderly man walked past in the opposite direction.  He said: "Are yer tekkin photos....?" - paused for a moment in thought and then delivered his verdict on this strange early morning pastime: "Dun't look like much ter me"!  Ah well, they say beauty is in the eye of the beholder....

(I'll be away for a few days so I hope the auto-post works!)

Canada goose

Another of the birds that frequent the Leeds-Liverpool Canal in Saltaire, this one is a Canada Goose (Branta canadensis).  They are native to North America (in case you hadn't guessed!) and were first introduced to this country in the 17th century, apparently initially as an addition to King James II's waterfowl collection in St James' Park in London.   They are now all over the place, often in large flocks that can be a bit of a nuisance, noisy and creating a mess of droppings.  There are only a couple of birds in Saltaire I think, but they tend to hang around with the little flock of greylags that I wrote about earlier. Not dissimilar in their overall body colouring, the Canada geese have distinctive black heads with a white chinstrap, and a black tail.  Unlike the swans, the geese seem to be happy to 'pose' for the photographer.

This one is going to get its fifteen minutes of fame as an entry into James' Weekend Reflections, over at Newtown Area Photo.

Early morning, Salts Mill

The Leeds-Liverpool Canal where it passes Salts Mill in Saltaire.   Such a peaceful scene early on a spring morning...  The two swans are the surviving cygnets from a brood of eight that were hatched in Saltaire last year.  They are almost fully grown now; just a few brown feathers and their pale beaks mark them out as being 'teenagers'.  I haven't spotted the adult pair, their parents, yet.  It would be nice to see another brood this year.

There is currently the most amazing exhibition of photographs of Saltaire's swans, in the little 'Shipley Focus'd' Photographic Gallery in Shipley's market square.  Taken by local photographer Andrew McCaren last year, they document a year in the life of this family of swans.  If you're in the area, I strongly recommend a visit.  The photos are simply stunning and give a fascinating glimpse into the secret life of the swans. I am all the more envious because I have never yet taken a photo of a swan that I'm satisfied with.  I think they're really difficult subjects - they won't 'pose' and it's difficult to get the exposure right on their white feathers.

Saltaire sunshine

Another photo taken in the spring sunshine, this time in Roberts Park.  On the right you can just see Saltaire's New Mill, built on the bank of the River Aire, on the site of a much older water-powered corn mill called Dixon's Mill.  Sir Titus Salt bought Dixon's Mill in 1850, along with its small estate, to provide the green-field site he wanted in order to begin construction of his new textile mill and 'model' village.  This part of the New Mill is now offices belonging to the Health Service. (For more info and pictures please click the New Mill label.)

On the left of the photo is a new children's playground, built as part of the renovations to Roberts Park last year.  It's rather splendid and includes an area for acrobatic skate-boarding and bike-riding. (I'm sure there's a proper term for that!)  It is extremely well-used, and provides a much-needed play facility for children on the estate on the far side of Roberts Park, as well as those from Saltaire.
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Advance Notice:  The late Bank Holiday Weekend 27-30 May this year sees the Saltaire Arts Trail move to a stand-alone event, separate from the Saltaire Festival.  With exhibitions, the Maker's Fair, a Vintage Fashion show and the ever-popular Open Houses, this year's programme looks packed full of enjoyment.  I am exhibiting some photographs in a linked event: "Yorkshire - God's Own County", an exhibition by St Peter's Photography Group.  See the website for full details.

War Memorial

I took this a couple of weeks ago.  I couldn't resist the blue sky and the colourful bedding plants around Shipley's war memorial.  It is hidden away in a small park, known as Crowgill Park, quite near the centre of the town and more or less opposite the Town Hall.  But for some reason it's not a park that many people use, apart from those who play bowls there, the occasional jogger and a few kids who come to use the skatepark tucked away at the back.  It's a shame more people don't think to walk and sit there, as it's quite attractive - and green spaces in our urban areas are so important.  The park was at one time a small stone quarry, later used as a public dump and then developed into a public park in 1889.  The bowling green was opened in 1914.

(Regular readers of my blog will remember that Shipley is the small market town less than a mile down the road from Saltaire.  Indeed these days Saltaire is really part of the area known as Shipley - all merged into one large urban area, part of Bradford Metropolitan District.)

Family life

Another sign of spring...... I mentioned a while ago that a few greylag geese seem to have adopted Saltaire as their home.  Two of them have produced a family in the last few weeks.  I first noticed the goslings on 18th April.  At that stage they were golfball-sized balls of fluff and there were eight of them.  Two weeks later, when I took this photo, and they are like little tennis balls - but only six remain.  It will be interesting to see how many - if any - survive to adulthood.  Mama seems to be getting a bit short-tempered!

PS: Anyone who wants more Royal Wedding photos (!) should look at the British Monarchy's own Flickr site - effectively the bride and groom's own wedding album.