I’ve decided to combine a hotchpotch of images from a sequence of local walks into one ragbag, catch-all post. These first few photos come from a very short outing, a circular route, but essentially to Lambert’s Meadow and back.
Once at the meadow, I was mesmerised by the abundance of flies on the flowers along the edge of the field, beside a drystone wall. I was particularly surprised and delighted by the ubiquity of Bee Flies, a species I didn’t know about until relatively recently, but which I now realise are, at least in early spring, extremely common.
There were lots of hoverflies about too. I keep promising myself a field guide and will surely get around to ordering one soon. Probably.
Later, I was out for a slightly extended version of my standard wander to the Cove and across the Lots. I was too early to catch the sunset from the Lots, but it was setting as I turned for home near Hagg Wood…
The next day, I took B, some of his closest friends and Little S down to Preston for an early birthday treat for B – some indoor go-karting. I hadn’t intended to take part in the racing myself, but one of the friends had to drop out at the last moment, so I ended up taking part by default. Sadly, all of the boys were faster than me with the exception of Little S, who was in an underpowered ‘junior’ cart.
This is our glamorous post-race lunch: sandwiches out of the car boot in the car-park on an industrial estate.
That evening, I managed to get out for an ascent of Arnside Knott.
I love the fact that the powerful zoom on my camera brings Ingleborough so close…
…and the light and shade which it revealed.
…which must have fallen a long time ago, but which has continued to grow despite that set-back, has featured on the blog before. It’s very close to the trig pillar on the Knott and the boys used to like climbing on its branches.
It’s a beech and on this occasion was liberally festooned with buds which looked like they would imminently burst forth with fresh green leaves.
Nearby Sycamores were slightly ahead in that game…
By the toposcope, I stopped for a brew, something I don’t do nearly as often as I should.
A couple of days after that, a Sunday, and I was in Garstang with B for a rugby match. Whilst both teams were warming up I had a short wander by the River Wyre and looked at some sculptures in a small community park there.
We were impressed by our hosts score board…
…and by the final score in what had been a very close match.
That evening, I was back on Arnside Knott.
Birch buds again. Possibly the same ones.
Roe deer buck.
Larch flowers and…