Photo-a-Day  (Tuesday, 14th April, 2020)

Everyday is getting more greener as trees and plants spring to life, great. Time for my last sherry before bed.

Big pot hole on the right of the photo you need to watch out for if you on a bike

There is no green like the green of new foliage. You caught the scene beautifully David.

Beautiful photo but its spring, as we all know but a sad time this year for everyone in the world, hope things start to get calmer day by day week by week, then we can start to venture out again.

Happy memories of "the tractor" trundling along this road taking us Wiganers to The Hall on a Sunday afternoon. It always felt so cool and shady in the plantations. A beautiful timeless scene.

How lovely to see dappled sunlight again,it will surely lift people's spirits in these depressing times..its a beautifully composed shot and thank you David.

Uplifting photo, bet the birds are chirruping away in the trees! Reminds me of the school holidays in the 50's... It always seemed hot then.

What an absolutely stunning photo. I've walked here many, many times. I enjoy the serenity. The peace and quiet and the sounds of the birds and trees on a windy or breezy day. We really need photos like this right now especially. Thank you :)

I so remember my days as a student over at the hospital, split shifts were often used walking around Haigh Hall, happy memories.

Loudly-heard, now, is the call for rein,
From learned fellows Lord and swain.
Such testing time is Covid-braved,
Upon the paths, now wisely saved.
And safe within their castle walls,
Young Lucy makes some unknown balls,
As youngest Lorna wipes the bowls,
With specks of custard on her nose,
And eldest, Lester, cuts the bread
For fifty soldiers bravely led,
Now mother holds the powdered page,
As father scoffs its ancient ways,
But soon, their echoed fine refrain,
For happy children snuggly lain.

Yes , let's be content for now with images from fine photos like this or
Phil's picturesque sonnet. The 'saved paths' will be waiting for us in the brighter days ahead.
I wonder, did anyone watch ' The Great Mountain Sheep Gather' on telly last night? A slow 'real' time descent from the mists of Scafell Pike into Eskdale. It really cheered me up. I can hardly wait.

I hadn't been aware of that TV prog, Poet, but I'm sure It'll be on Catchup - I'll give it a whirl. And what I did bring to the surface yesterday was some of Heaton-Cooper's paintings, onto Images. Top-notch, what. Get them boots Dubbined pilgrim.

Lovely pic,especially with the dappled sunlight streaming through.

Old.country road david

Found it Poet, found it. I gave it but five minutes this morning, but will get back to it. I noticed the moment in which the shepherd seemed to have handled his 'stick' in the manner of a Scotch piper, as he walked: Stab, twirl, lift, Stab, twirl … . And, so, whether for 'feel good' or to meet a certain stride , the shepherd walked splendidly. Jess, Nell and Star, eh[?] Take care.

There's some marvellous paintings in the Heaton - Cooper Gallery at Grasmere... Nice Shop and art goodies to buy and a nice cafe. I always look forward to going there on our Art Group outings in August. I hope the lockdown has ended by then.

Poet, I watched a bit more of your suggested 'Lakeland' viewing, last night, and was surprised to see the area's gathered sheep in such a high and dangerous place - thank heavens for Jess & Co.
And the shepherd appeared to be under the Braemar impulse again; if only that could be seen about town these days - Morning, Colonel.

Yes Philip , they sometimes get into some perilous craggy places those Herdwicks , often calling on the shepherd's sheep rescue skills. The summit is very rocky so they tend to wander off in search of grass.
I think a certain restraint is needed in the art of crook twirling.
A fine line between 'the Brigadier' and 'the Charlie Chaplin'.

Poet, you must see youtube's 'Braemar Gathering 2017', for the perfect example of twirling - the cameraman is face to face with the twirler, who seems to hold a smile, but in fact doesn't. Take care.

Absolute magic that. I could watch and listen all day. I particularly like how the Pipe major swings the staff to the right and they all turn left. Clearly there are dark Arts here as mysterious as that inscrutable expression. Haste ye back .

Good chap Poet, Good chap.