Coo..!

This morning saw us tackling the joys of a post-Christmas Tesco and, surprisingly, it wasn't too bad.  But as the weather isn't looking too good today, there is to be no country walk.  So instead, here are a couple of pictures from yesterday's short walk.  Picking our way through the muddy puddles, we headed for the field with Highland Cattle in it, one of which was obviously feeling rather photogenic.

He (I think it was a 'he' but omitted to look..!) was clearly keen for me to capture his good side.
"Do you think I look better on the right side?"

"Or is my left side the best?"

We just thought he was gorgeous from both sides - although he didn't seem at all impressed when we told him that we'd been to Scotland only a few weeks ago!

Christmas

As there was no walk this morning, due to another write-off, wet day, I thought a little Christmassy ditty would be in order.  So, to that end, one of my all-time favourite 'popular' Christmas tunes, Greg Lake's I Believe In Father Christmas.

A very Merry Christmas to all who deserve it.

Eve of the Eve

With this, the Eve of Christmas Eve, we were happy to be out and about again this morning after another thoroughly soggy day yesterday.  It seems that everyone else was about too, especially the dog walkers, so it was rather a 'stop-start' sort of walk as we had to keep stopping to make a fuss of the dogs.
The water-ways are all still full and Swan Lake is looking particularly full.  Against the bright blue sky, the lake looked rather 'wintery' despite the unseasonably mild temperature.

Our way through to the other lakes, under an old railway bridge was however, just a little too wet to tackle.  Indeed the only ones to be able to get through easily would have been the ducks.

So, it was back the way we had come and home again for hot coffee together with a small Brandy and a warm Mince Pie - It is Christmas after all. Ho! Ho! Ho!

Apocalypse

Well, here we are, the end of the world as we know it!  Despite the impending doom, Malcolm and I set out for a a rather soggy walk around the Nutbrook trail this morning.  After the deluge yesterday, everywhere is, once again, saturated, 'puddly' and in the case of the Nutbrook Canal, overflowing.

By the time we got there, the water had fallen a few inches, but the evidence of it's force and extent was clear.  Flowing fast and muddy, the water was everywhere and in some places, trying it's best to leave the confines of the old canal and encroach on the surrounding woodland.

Quite a spectacle and with more rain forecast for the next few days, things can only get wetter.
I have to say though, if this is the Apocalypse, I was expecting something a little more spectacular than just a bit extra water..!  With any luck, we'll still be here tomorrow.

Views

The weather forecast for tomorrow is not very good and having not had a walk yesterday, we decided to have a longer stroll around Shipley Park this morning.  We headed to Shipley Lake and enjoyed looking at the hundreds of Coots which have gathered there along with Swans, Widgeon, Gadwall and a single Dabchick.  From there, we went up Shipley Hill and down toward Osborne's Pond.

All is looking bare and, well, rather 'Brown' at the moment and the bare trees overhanging the waterside, do nothing to help the scene.  But, they do look good in spite of this.

Turning homeward, we walked all the way round the lake and through the old car-parks to get a wonderful view of the surround countryside stretching out to the South.  From here, you gets a great sight of the Power Station at Ratcliffe-on Soar, pouring out it's smoke and steam.  Today, the steam seemed to be blowing in one direction as it left the cooling towers, before changing direction as it billowed higher.  Despite this industrial 'blot' on the landscape, it remains a great view.

Chill

Just a couple of pictures from our rather chilly walk the other day.  The farm track was - as we have already seen - a very frosty scene.

With Hoar Frost attached to everything, the bare branches were highlighted with thousands of little diamonds, sparkling in the morning sunshine.

Closer to home and the Hawthorn bushes were also gripped by the icy weather and their rich, red fruits looked as if they had been frosted with sugar.  Simply beautiful!

Frost

Another bitterly cold morning greeted us as we stepped out of the front door today.  The thermometer was showing well below freezing and Hoar Frost was decorating the branches.  We set out for Head House Farm and the surrounding countryside and the footpath near there were lined by sharp, barbed wire and even sharper frost.

Closer to the farm and having made a fuss of the rather chubby Black Labrador which came to see if we were carrying anything edible, we were impressed by the sparkling hedgerows.

All was looking seasonal and the 'Christmas-like' scene was made all the more special when we noticed the Holly hedge which was covered in frost which made it look even more 'spiky' than usual.  Very Festive!

Back home - via some shopping at Aldi - for something warming (only coffee this time!).