Tuesday, October 28, 2014

An Appalachian Fall

Every season has its wonderful attributes however for me Spring and Fall top my list.  Since moving to the piedmont area of Virginia, right up against the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains, my soul sings when the colors of the Fall begin to display their warm glow. Here's a few samples of my images taken this Fall, up and down the Appalachian chain - from Charlottesville Virginia, through the Smokey Mountains of North Carolina to Tennessee.




























Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Close-up Photography

One of the wonderful life-long benefits of dabbling in photography is you begin to see your world in new ways. This post explores the beautiful images that are right beneath our feet and around us every day. All we need to do it slow down, pause and open our eyes.





















Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Saturday, May 10, 2014

A Drizzly Meander to Ironbridge and the Welsh Offa Dyke





Today was our last full day being able to meander on our Northern England adventure. The weather did not cooperate however once again we did not let it discourage us. It was off to Telford, a UNESCO World heritage Site to see the birthplace of the industrial revolution.  The Telford bridge , pictured is the first use of cast iron in anything as sizable as a bridge. The year of its opening was 1781.


Abraham Darby created an iron forge in the early 1700's in the village of Telford. He perfected a method of making cast iron by introducing coke to the process. His son Abraham Darby III came up with the idea of building a bridge entirely out of iron. Using a design provided by Thomas Pritchard he built the bridge and used it as an attraction to attract tourists to the area and to show off the use of his stronger iron.  Being a Quaker he believed that all people were equal so everyone would pay the same toll, 1/2 a pence. This applied to commoners, royalty, and soldiers. Up until the 1950's when the bridge was given to the town the Royals, when attending events in Telford, came to the gate house and presented an old 1/2 a pence and walked across the bridge.  The town of Telford today has become a fascinating museum town of the beginnings of the industrial revolution in England. Kayakers and canoeists also use the site for regattas and floats down the river severn.


After  a delightful lunch in the town tea shop of wild mushroom soup and a bacon butty we decided to meander through the countryside to the border with Wales and visit Offa's Dyke. Prior to leaving the town an attractive Boot Scraper of cast iron caught my eye in the gift shop. The scraper was forged at the local foundry. After much debate about its weight we decided to lug it home putting it in our carry-on luggage. Next time you visit us be sure to look for it on our path to our front door at home, providing I haven't pitched it in frustration at the airport.


The short drive to Wales was beautiful in spite of the drizzling rain. We arrived in the town of Knighton situated on the site of the Offa Dyke. Offa's Dyke was an earth trench and mound that was constructed by Offa, the Saxon King of Mercia. In the 8th century this had to be a spectactular feat as the mound went from sea to sea outlining the Wales/English border. Similar to Hadrian's Wall built by the Roman's, the Dyke was at points 20 feet high and meant to be a defensive protection from the raiding Welsh. Legend says that if a Welshman was caught on the England side he would have his ears cut off; if and Englishmen was caught on the Welsh side, he would be hanged. Hey, I lived in New England for 15 years and I can attest to the fact that fences make good neighbors.


In the neighboring town of Clun we spotted an interesting village church. Notice the style of the tower. This picture, in the rain, doesn't do it justice. The door was open and we went in to explore. A church board member, who is a neighbor, stopped by to lock up the church and we had a long chat about its history. This church does appear unique because it is a Saxon style church. We've seen Gothic, several Norman and now this lovely Saxon village church that would represent the time of the early Christians in England. This tower is the original part of the Saxon church built in the 7th century. The church also served as a fortress in this border town against raids from the Welsh.  As we stopped at a local tea shop for tea and the worlds finest Bread and Butter pudding, I was taken back by the Welsh accents. Its hard to believe that these local accents can persevere in our mobile society. These villages of Shropshire and of Wales are only 5-10 miles apart from each other.


After our visit we headed back to the Corbett Arms for our last night and to prepare for our drive up to Manchester tomorrow.  Our two week trip has exceeded my expectations for interesting things to see and beautiful countryside. I return with over 1500 pictures in my camera so I'll have many days of editing and working on my computer.  Julie has tuned up her English accent and has relearned much vocabulary which will delight us all back in the states for months to come. Special thanks to Peter, John, Kate, Christine and Auntie Audrey for fitting us into their schedules. Thanks also to those family and friends who have made it to the end of this blog.  We'll try not to burden you with too many pictures and stories when we return.


Friday, May 9, 2014

Traveling the Quaint Villages of Shropshire


This morning we turned our rental car to the south and programed our GPS to avoid all Highways and head for the Village of Ludlow. The 45 minute drive took us through many little towns and villages. We have been looking at wonderful scenery the whole trip and today was no exception. The land as you turn south along the Welsh border becomes more hilly than the rolling farmland we experienced in Yorkshire.  I wouldn't go so far to call them mountains and I am reminded of the cute Hugh Grant movie "The man who went up a hill and came down a mountain".


Village life in England appears to be absolutely idyllic and something that all our hectic world could benefit by. Like all dreamy ideas however I'm not sure its everyones cup of tea on a long term basis. It seems that all the villages we have seen have done an excellent job of keeping the new buildings and homes compatible with the old history. You have to look closely to see what's new and what's not. This just does not happen but requires strict building codes and enforcement. This is not the place for the free spirit in architecture. No "don't tread on me" types I suspect. The result however is very pleasing.


England for centuries has been called a nation of shop keepers and in the villages, shop keepers seem to be surviving. I stopped in a wonderful old bookshop in a 15th century storefront and leisurely looked at the old books. The shop keeper engaged each shopper in conversation and I was no exception. She was very helpful in suggesting sights to see and where I might find what I was looking for, though it was not in her shop.  In Ludlow today it was Market day. The square was filled with stalls and the town was busy with shoppers and a few tourists like ourselves.


The towns have wonderful names to our ears, like: Uffington, Wrekin Hill, Bridgnorth, Craven arms, Much- Wenlok, Church Stretton. Like in America each village seems to have some historical feature that defines its character; a castle, a mill, a bridge, an abbey. The difference is the age. While we see something from the 1800's as a relic, here we are talking about the past 1000 years.


Our destination today was Ludlow Castle, the home of King Edward the first known also as Edward Longshanks. If my history is correct Edward is remembered for his battles with the Welsh, the Scots and the unification of Wales with England. He permanently established Parliament as a form for raising taxes.  I guess he gets credit for settling down the lords however those battles would be fought again and again.


We returned home after a beautiful meander through the county of Shropshire to our luxury Pub Hotel. Its Friday night and the townspeople are playing lawn bowls out on the lawn. One more day to explore and then we drive to Manchester for our flight home on Monday. Thanks for following our travels. It's been fun to collect my thoughts in the evening and write this Blog for family and friends.