Sue and Martin above Zermatt - 2018

Sue and Martin above Zermatt - 2018
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Tuesday, 17 August 2010

Friday 13 to Sunday 15 August 2010 – A Camping Weekend with the Pixies in the Yorkshire Dales

The private camp site at Redmire


By lunchtime our jolly little band had assembled in a large field at Redmire.  Nick and Margaret, our caterers for the weekend, provided an excellent lunch, after which we headed off with the Pixies to Castle Bolton.

The village is dominated by Bolton Castle!  Home of medieval banquets.

Castle Bolton

After a visit to the Castle and a stroll in the gardens during which some got lost in a maze and I managed to pull a muscle during a vineyard race, we returned via a southerly route. 

This path revealed that it would be unwise to be reincarnated as a mole hereabouts.

Dessicated moles

Alastair and Sue, with assistance from assorted Pixies, managed to combine their culinary and pyromaniacal tendencies to assist with the catering, though we did think it rather unfair on Margaret that she was shrunk and magiced by her devious son into the bubbling pot.

Strange brew

Luckily she survived the ordeal and our resident magician converted the pan’s contents to ‘diced brains’.  They tasted much like potatoes.


Some of the brains survived until the following morning, when breakfast could be described as ‘sumptuous’.


Morning exercise was up nearby Penhill, which emerged from the mist as we ascended, taking late evasive action to avoid an imminent volley of bullets that would no doubt accompany a fast approaching line of ‘beaters’.


We had forgotten that this was the first weekend after ‘the glorious twelfth’.  That explains the early morning baying of hounds…

A couple of cows took refuge on the campsite.  They were remarkably clean!

Cows are allowed on the campsite?

The afternoon saw us transported to the mysterious world of Forbidden Corner, “a unique labyrinth of tunnels, chambers, follies and surprises created in a four acre garden in the heart of Tupgill Park and the Yorkshire Dales. The temple of the underworld, the eye of the needle, a huge pyramid made of translucent glass, paths and passages that lead nowhere, extraordinary statues - at every turn there are decisions to make and tricks to avoid.”

Here, the Pixies chuckle at those progressing down a deceptively narrowing pathway.

Forbidden Corner

The garden sported a profusion of flowers, and ice creams.

A flower

After another fiery cooking session, copious quantities of red wine, and the sleep of the contented, we woke on Sunday morning to Alastair’s tending of a roaring fire below a ‘full English’.

The cows soon abandoned the camp site, then the rest of us strolled off to explore the banks of the River Ure around Redmire Force, part of which can be seen below.  It’s just a little down river from Aysgarth Falls.

At Redmire Force

Here’s where we spent the weekend….

… we walked all of 10 km!

The weekend's venue

The sunny afternoon continued into the evening, when, after a pleasant journey home via Wharfedale, we enjoyed a stroll to Marsland Bridge with Julia, who was on holiday here in Timperley.

Back by the Bridgewater Canal

The above images are just a small selection from the weekend, the participants of which (and anyone else interested) can view a full set of about 80 images, including many from Forbidden Corner, here.

Tuesday, 25 August 2009

Friday 21 to Sunday 23 August 2009 – A Weekend around Much Wenlock

On Friday Sue and I were joined in the sunshine by Al, Hazel, Kate, Andrew, Helen and Jacob on this most pleasant excursion to Shropshire.

Much Wenlock is a land of giant pussies…


…where the residents worship in a giant building, parts of which are over 1000 years old…


…and the streets have anciently strange names…


We found respite in the shade at the excellent camp site at Sytche – only a short stroll from the centre of town….


…and enjoyed a fine sunset…


…before star gazing and a night time adventure in the nearby wood.

Saturday dawned earlier for some than for others.

We crawled out of the VE25 (a tent) to witness the following scene:


…it was a fine effort, appreciated by the entire team…


…then, whilst the grain was harvested from the adjacent fields, we set off up The Wrekin (a local Hill), followed every step of the way by the Paparazzi in Pink…


…the signposts were eccentrically informative – we chose ‘THE OTHER WAY’….


…and reached a fine viewpoint that even Andrew and Jacob may have appreciated…


….whilst the Paparazzi spotted this Red Admiral…


…and took a giant leap onto the unknown…


…before lazing with 40+ mile vistas and views into 17 counties…


…before leaving this fine spot; the Paparazzi making it down first…


…due to hunger – assuaged by the Talbot Inn’s fine fare – we wondered how much it had changed since they started serving food in the 14th Century, around 700 years ago…


…Sue experimented with hat making as an alternative form of pain relief…


…then we ambled around an Olympic Trail (I won’t bore you with its history here), admiring Raynalds Mansion – the frontage of a medieval hall added by John Raynalds in 1682…


…and passing more contemporary hostelries…


…before a spell at the playground, which was entertainingly close to the village cricket pitch (225 for 3 and still going strong seemed quite a good showing by the yokels)…finally completing the Olympic Trail, exhausted, at this commemorative bench…


…before adjourning for sausages and burgers, etc, back at the still sunny campsite, with crows coming in to roost and buzzards soaring overhead.

Sunday found us enjoying the fruits of nature on Wenlock Edge


…with cloudy views of The Wrekin…



“Here’s a Tree in Summer,
Here’s a Tree in Winter,
Here’s a Bunch of Flowers,
….April Showers.”


The pleasant 7 km stroll took us past Major’s Leap and above a quarry; large dragonflies zoomed around – certainly too fast for our cameras, so I made do with a few flowery snapshots…


I’m not an expert, but I reckon, clockwise from top left, that these may be:

Common Mallow (Malva sylvestris)
Common Centaury (Centaurium erythraea) – a pretty little gentian
Enchanter’s Nightshade (Circaea lutetiana)
Bramble (Rubus fruticosus)
Herb Robert (Geranium robertianum)
Field Scabious (Knautia arvensis)
St John’s Wort – not sure which one
Field Bindweed (Convolvulus arvensis)
Lords and Ladies (fruit only) (Arum maculatum)
(Edible) Hygrophorus leucophaeus, or is it the deadly ‘Death Cap’??!
Yellow Pimpernel (Lysimachia nemorum)
Broad-leaved Willowherb (Epilobium montanum)
Ragwort (Senecio jacobaea)
and Common Eyebright (Euphrasia nemorosa).

There was also lots of Yarrow, Hawkbit, Knapweed, Ling, Chervil and Self-heal, as well as much more that no doubt went unnoticed as we rushed back to Much Wenlock for a late lunch and an easy drive home under a darkening sky whilst England gave the Aussies a good spanking at The Oval, to win back The Ashes.

A lovely weekend, in a very pretty part of the world, despite its proximity to the ‘Black Country’.