Showing posts with label waste ground. Show all posts
Showing posts with label waste ground. Show all posts

Saturday, 1 November 2008

Walking with Pinapple Tartlets

This is what the water board left us with.

I'm happy to say they're flush with the tarmac.





The last of the willow herbs



Overcast sky,
but spectacular.








No Poplar trees, but will a radio mast do?


Wooded walk



Horse Chestnut leaves
against the sky






Look what Nadia brought!
My favourite!
Pineapple flans!

Thursday, 30 October 2008

Wet Walk. Pain.

The council rang the water board,
who came to draw a blue line around the offending stop cock. Hurrah!


I've posted this house before. It was repossessed in June and is now for sale HERE for £60K. That's half the price of the houses around here. Someone will make a killing, and only 2 minutes walk from us.



Broken Factory windows.

There's something sad about that.


I walked to Morisson's today. Despite falling over and getting covered in mud, and then being almost in tears because the dogs pulled so much it twisted my hip, And the lead broke, it was a pleasant walk despite the weather. A shame that i had to repeat it half an hour later (this time on the bicycle) to get some willow cuttings off freecycle.



There's a tiny wood opposite Morisson's where I found these mushrooms









One of the other disudes (and torn down) factories.




Poo Bear (who stole an 8 oz prime steak last night) hiding from Kat, and then Hugh, under the coffee table.




Monday, 27 October 2008

Autumn Apple Cake

An almost-avenue of trees as Iwalk toward the wetland field. You can just see my shadow there.



Not exactly a lake but any more rain and it'll look like one!
Bear investigates the water.




A beautiful day (for wet feet)


A piece of partially rusted metal - I picked it up and carried it home. It may well become a piece of artwork.


The wood always looks nice in sunshine. Ignore the fly-tipping, please.




Beans
and Temple bells.


Made-of-fail cake.

When I baked this yesterday, both Luisa and K thought it disgusting.
I turned it upside down and baked it again today and it has improved.

Wednesday, 8 October 2008

Sunny Wet Meadow

I caught the brief hour of sunshine today and took the dogs to the wetland meadow.

dodging the clouds...









Rose Bay Willow Herb in autumnal pinks, next to that rusty steel drum I've photographed before.





Returned via the scraggy woodland, which looked rather pleasant in the dappled sunshine.




I found this plate on the meadow. Lobbed from one of the houses, I expect, but in good nick. Itt has names of Italian dishes around the outside. I liked it.

and took it home with me.

Saturday, 20 September 2008

Chatsworth Road, Chesterfield

Rusted beer can
How delightful that Nature
takes a share

The River Hipper
constrained by concrete
and underground pipes





Factory Wasteground
Who lived in those buildings
overseeing steel?


Handsome arch
A shed at the far end
of an unkempt garden.

Boarded-up terrace
Were the tenants evicted
or did they skip away?





Cemetery padlock
Does it keep the living out
or the dead in?

Artist's Trading Card
one of a kind sent out
as an olive branch

Wednesday, 10 September 2008

Wet and Cheery

Even though this lane travels between a factory and a derelict factory, I still think it rather pretty.



If in doubt for a picture, take a teasel against the clouds.

I love these plants even though they're like weeds in my garden now. To think that I actually bought the first packet of seeds!



Strawberries still flowering. Alas, the strawberry shown has gone from unriper to inhabited by woodlice in the space of a day.



The cheery sight that greets me as I come through the back gate - suns and moons on the top shed.



This is an old photo that DK took of me four years ago. I was slim then.

It's only out because I used it for an author's bio photo for an anthology.

Monday, 30 June 2008

Late!

This picture just had to be snapped. I was standing outside the doctor's surgery with Sue while she had a cigarette. I'd just been in to book an appointment and was told to go away again and phone in the morning. If I wanted to book an appointment I could have one for three weeks time.

"Drain and growing grass" seemed rather pleasant after that.


I finished the Artist's Trading Cards. I will do more, different ones, but this first set is of FIVE Jasfoup cards. One goes to Gina, three are promised, I have one left. Who wants it, free and gratis. Next time I'll want one in return so this is your chance. If there's more than one of youI'll pick out of a hat. Requests to the email on my profile, please. Non-UK readers are fine to request it too.

Waste ground where they didn't build an office next to the doctor's.

Current rife with poppies, daisies, comphrey, willow herb, barley and whatever these are.

How wonderful!