The final three photos I made during my walk around Tideswell Dale, Miller’s Dale, Monk’s Dale and then across the meadows back to Tideswell itself. The final three photos from the Yashica Mat at least – I also shot a few more frames with the OM-2n which had spent most of the day tucked in my backpack.
The skies were beginning to get more threatening by this stage and veils of rain could be seen falling to the south and west. Luckily though, I managed to avoid all the showers. Unluckily, the chip shop where I thought I might treat myself to a well-deserved lunch, was closed. 😦
I wanted some chips But instead had to go for A tuna sandwich
Walking across the fields towards Tideswell was something of a test. The footpath passed throught a whole bunch of fields with a stone stile forming part of the dry-stone walls to be climbed between each. While I’m not getting any younger, stiles dont generally pose me much of a problem, but on this day I discovered that my hiking boots don’t grip very well on limestone, particularly that which has been worn smooth by countless other feet! This meant I had to be super careful climbing over each and every one.
The route took me past a field of cows though, and one of them walked over to look at me with a curious gaze, so I made a portrait.
A curious cow Walked away from its herd mates To see what was up
I’ve had a bit of an indulgent weekend, having dined out for lunch with my wife two days running. The food has been good on both days, although we ate too much yesterday and felt stuffed for the rest of the afternoon and evening. It means that I’ve not been out making any photographs this weekend thoug. In fact, against my general rule of alway carrying a camera, all I had with me was my phone – and all that got used for was some pictures of out food to share with family members, plus some selfies. Not the sort of subject matter I generally go for.
But, while I haven’t made many new pictures this week, this is offset to a degree by the fact that I have a decent-sized backlog of unpublished images made over the preceding weeks. In fact, ignoring the Yashica Mat images I’m currently uploading, I have five full rolls of 36-exposure negatives to publish (although not every shot, of course!). Four of the rolls are scanned (or nearly scanned) already, and the fifth roll was developed and sleeved ready for scanning today. I’ll probably get started on those later in the week.
Because I don’t tend to bulk-upload images, instead uplaoding just two or three to my Flickr account each day, it’ll likely be some time before many of these photos are featured here on the blog. Whether I’ll let this continue, or if I’ll choose to try and catch up somehow, I don’t currently know. Given I’m not using the photos as some sort of cutting-edge, up-to-the-minute viewpoint on what I’m doing though, it probably doesn’t matter.
So, for today, here’re a couple of photos from Miller’s Dale taken almost four weeks ago.
My photography Can sometimes feel a bit like A compulsive need
A few weeks ago I wrote about my exhausting hike through Monk’s Dale. Today I’ll share a couple of photos from the hike – or at least the most difficult part through the steep-sided and heavily wooded limestone gorge.
This first image was a point of great relief. It looks back into the gorge that I had just exited through the gap in the wall. Ahead of me lay only a short section of grassy fields before I reached the road (although I then had to hike up the steep incline to the top). The photo is nicely atmospheric but doesn’t really convey the sweat-dripping tiredness I felt at this point.
This next image was taken part of the way through the thickly wooded area and shows the thick, dripping moss that covered the stones and trees at the foot of the valley. What it doesn’t convey is the autumnal orange colour that this moss displayed.
The valley is a very interesting place photographically, but I’m not sure if I’ll venture back just yet.
My path wandered through A place of rocks and woodland Humid and mossy
The Wicker Arches is a railway viaduct on the edge of Sheffield city centre. It was built in 1848 and the 41-arches span the Don Valley. Most of the arches are now blocked, with various businesses occupying the spaces, but the main arch across the Wicker, with decorative pedestrian arches to either side, remains a busy route into the city, and Effingham Road also passes beneath the viaduct further east. The arch beneath which the River Don passes now forms part of the Five Weirs Walk with the route taking the form of a suspended metal walkway named the Spider Bridge (it’s even decorated with large silver arachnids with illuminated eyes).
Passenger rail services across the viaduct ceased in 1970 when Sheffield Victoria Station, which was situated atop the viaduct, closed, and all rail traffic had stopped by the 1980s.
The phrase “as wide as the Wicker Arches” has been regularly used by people in Sheffield to denote someone who was a bit crafty or a smartarse.
When I was cheeky “Wide as the Wicker Arches!” Would come my mum’s cry
Another victim in the declining pub trade in the UK, the Farfield Inn stands at the western end of Neepsend Lane at the bottom of Hillfoot Road, not far from the busy route that is Penistone Road. There used to be pigeon lofts on the steep hillside along this stretch but those, like the Farfield Inn, have fallen into dereliction, their skeletal remains vaguely apparent in the brush that has grown to take their place.
“Fancy a nice pint?” Would once have been said by those Who visited here
Finding old cars here in the UK isn’t easy, at least outside of car shows and museums. The MOT system means that most vehicles get sent for scrap before they gain too much age; the cost of keeping them road-worthy a barrier to long-term posession. Add to this the large-scale scrappage schemes that were brought into place when the use of leaded petrol was outlawed a few decades ago and the number of older-model vehicles is low. So, when I come across something like this Ford Capri parked on a street-corner, a photograph or two is almost obligatory.
The Capri was introduced as a Eurpopean equivalent of the Mustang apparently and it, along with the mark III Ford Cortina, always give me a sense of their being our versions of the American fastbacks and muscle cars.
Sometimes you can find Old treasures left to be seen On our street corners