Stone
In our old house we found a stone lintel; no
matter where we moved it to, it was in the way. About 10 years ago we
decided it would be ideally placed as part of a retaining wall for raised
bed. Last year as we prepared to move out of the old house, we offered it
to our friend. It was quite a challenge for Beloved to remove it and take
it to our friend's house. The story included getting the tractor stuck,
getting another tractor to pull the stuck tractor out, moving the lintel with
the tractor down a steep slope (I was instructed to keep out of the way in case
the brakes did not hold....) and placing it gently into the trailer, driving
the trailer to our friend's and then unloading it from the trailer using our
friend's tractor, which would just lift it! Our friend was creating a
doorway and the builder used it as the lintel. We are so pleased that it
now has a proper home and that we will never have to move it!
View
Just over 2 years ago my sister moved to Port
Carlisle. It is a good 2½ hour drive there but the views are
lovely. Usually my sister and I go for a walk and a natter. Along
the path we take we catch glimpses of the Solway Firth looking across to Scotland
Sky
Once more I am at my sister's (that trip
provided quite a few photo opportunities for the June Photo Scavenger
hunt). The huge sky looking from the foreshore (about 4 minutes' walk
from their house) across to Scotland
Trees
Beloved and myself like to jump into the car and drive around
the countryside that surrounds us. We have a favourite place to visit and
this is a small road that passes through farms and farmland. We have to
remember where the passing places are just in case we meet another vehicle!
It was about 5 pm, at the end of a fine day and the sky was a
wonderful gold/red (hard to describe) colour. Everything was bathed in
this wonderful colour.
Water
Once more Port Carlisle provided me with the
picture of water; the tide is coming in and it is mesmerising to watch
it. The structure you can see is the original port that used to serve Carlisle ; sadly it is derelict now. At low tide one
can get across to it (I have done this) but one has to watch the tide!
Dwelling
Ah, how I felt for the cormorant as it clung to
its 'dwelling', drying its wings out as the tide came in (at Port
Carlisle!). Shortly I noticed the wooden stake had disappeared beneath
the water and the cormorant had flown off.
Garden
Last year we moved to a new house and the
garden needed much attention! It will not be completed this year but I like to
think I am making progress. I am optimistic that it will look even better
next year. It does not help that the soil is poor, full of tree roots or
clay or rubbish (or in one bed, thankfully only one bed, rampant, invasive
bamboo). But I am winning!
Gate
Guess where I am!!! Yes, Port Carlisle .
It was a lovely gate to someone's private garden but all I could see was a
path, the other side of the gate, leading to who knows what!
Leaf
Some years ago a friend gave us an oak sapling
which we planted up at the fields. Oak do not grow fast and this little
one was also hampered in its early years by being nibbled by, we think,
deer. Roll on a few years and it is coming along nicely, though we did
notice that a branch has been nipped off recently. It is a special tree
for us as it grown from an acorn that was collected from the Auschwitz
Concentration Camp by our friend who visited there many years ago. I hope
it fares better .....
Own choice
Walking through the grass in our long field I espied an
interesting butterfly; it was 'tame' enough to sit on the flower which Beloved
picked so I could get a better view of it. I thought I'd have to try to
identify it when, after a few minutes, it flew away. It was an Orange Tip
butterfly! Normally I see them from the top so it was a treat to see an
alternative view of it.
Well that's all folks! Roll on the July Photo Challenge posts from everyone.
So many lovely photographs. I am glad the lintel has found a permanent home and that garden gate conjures up so many thoughts as to where the path beyond leads to, and what secrets it holds. x
ReplyDeleteThanks Jak. I do like to look at my photos and all the lovely memories of days out come flooding back; so much handier that flicking through prints!
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