Had a wonderful catch-up with friends yesterday. The garden was a collage of colourful flowers
Had a wonderful catch-up with friends yesterday. The garden was a collage of colourful flowers
Someone asked me this week if I could recommend places to visit in the Cotswolds for some travellers from USA. Well I am always delighted to boast about just how special the Cotswolds are so I decided to use this as the basis of my weekly photo challenge theme, which is ‘Collage’.
Of course, the best way to truly get to know the Cotswolds is to walk the Cotswold Way. This walk is literally 100 miles of quintessentially English countryside. It stretches from Chipping Camden to Bath, taking in picture-perfect villages and ancient sites of historic interest. The entire area is designated as a place of outstanding natural beauty.
There are bus tours and mini-bus tours of the Cotswolds from towns like Stratford, which I would heartily recommend if you don’t mind being herded with the crowds. However, if money is no object, I would recommend one of the expert private tour companies who provide beautiful cars and knowledgeable drivers. They will plan a tour to reflect your interests, whether they be literary, historical, sporting, spiritual, or whatever.
You could even discover the area on horseback, glide along the rivers and canals on a boat trip, or fly over it in a hot air balloon or helicopter.
But for lucky people who live in the Cotswolds, we can spend a lifetime enjoying the scenery and discovering fascinating facts about the people and places that made the area what it is today.
There are honey coloured thatched stone cottages dotted around villages such as Wick and Winchcombe; Stately homes, Castles and Palaces like Sudeley, Warwick and Blenheim; Abbeys, Monasteries, Cathedrals and ancient Churches like Tewkesbury, Prinknash, Gloucester and Ampney St Mary.
There are also glorious rolling hills and farmland bordered by dry stone walls, where healthy sheep graze. Much of the area’s wealth arose from the wool these hardy sheep produced.
There are also majestic forests, ancient oak woodland and more recently planted specimen trees at Westonbirt Arboretum. And if gardens are your thing, we are spoilt for choice with Hidcote and Kiftsgate among many others, which include Prince Charles’s own garden at Highgrove.
The Cotswolds also has plenty for the water lovers, with beautiful rivers, canals, docks, quays and lakes. The great River Thames actually starts in the Cotswolds and we have the tidal River Severn that flows to the sea.
If that is enough to entice you to visit the Cotswolds I will now add a collage of my photos…
What a fascinating theme for this week’s photo challenge, the colour green is.
I chose the featured image, showing the flag of the United Kingdom, which I took in Willersey during the Queen’s 90th birthday celebrations, as a mark of respect for those who died or were seriously injured as a result of a supposed terrorist attack in Westminster on Wednesday. My heart goes out to all of them but especially the policeman who was murdered doing his job of controlling access to the Houses of Parliament. My nephew is a member of the Metropolitan police and knowing what a wonderful person he is, I expect that PC Keith Palmer was equally dedicated to his duty of keeping the public and our members of Parliament safe. He did not deserve to die like that and his memory will be treasured by everyone who cares about the values of democracy; peace, freedom, human rights, the rule of law.
I’m not really a green person fashionably speaking as I don’t think I suit the colour. I do try to be green ecologically in that I recycle or reuse whatever I can and I try not to waste anything. I guess I am green emotionally as I am a pushover for a charitable cause if it is anything to do with children, or people in distress through poverty, illness or homelessness. Physically, I have to admit that most fish dishes can turn me green as can anything with peppers in as I am allergic to them. This is quite a problem when eating out these days as most salads, and a lot of cooked dishes, seem to have peppers in them cunningly disguised in some cases as tomatoes or cucumber.
But thankfully all the WPC requested this week was a single photo or a gallery of photos reflecting the colour green. This is a joy to me as I live in an area of outstanding natural beauty, and I love taking photos. I love the green rolling hills of the Cotswolds, the fresh green fields of the sheep folds and cattle farms, the wild greenery of the hedgerows and roadsides, the manicured lawns of the stately homes, and the lush planting in much loved cottage gardens. They all make wonderful backdrops to any photo. But most of all I love trees. There really is no manufactured or digitally created frame that can improve on a picture framed by trees in my opinion.
I have included photos that I have taken on various days out or holidays too so they are not all of the Cotswolds, or even the UK!
So here below is a gallery of green for you to enjoy…
Greenery framing lovely buildings…
Green enhancing the view…
Green as a backdrop for animals…
One of the best things about this time of year in the UK is the abundance of spring flowers that battle their way through the cold wet earth. In my garden the hellebores have been flowering since Christmas, the snowdrops all through February, and the daffodils popped out as March poured in. This is something of a miracle as I was sure my little puppy had destroyed them all with her frantic digging. But thankfully they survived her and Storm Doris.
In the park opposite my little bungalow there are banks of snowdrops growing beside a stream, clumps of crocuses among the trees, and a touching display of daffodils that appeared in 2010 spelling out, “Will You Marry Me?” I walk my dog there every day.
This year the road taken had to be meticulously planned and carefully executed as my husband came with me to both places. He has been using a wheelchair for the last 18 months due to his medical conditions and the debilitating effects of his treatment. But over the last two months he has made great progress and started walking indoors with some mobility aids. He has done so well that I was determined to take him to see the snowdrops. This would be his first walk in the great outdoors. It was a bit difficult in some places due to uneven ground or slopes, but together we did it. Fortunately there were lots of places to rest on the road taken. It was a lovely afternoon out for us both.
Leaving my husband to rest on a seat in the Rococo Gardens, I wandered down a gravel path and came across a most unusual sight. A fairy castle inspired by Schloss Neuschwanstein in Bavaria was carved on top of a fallen birch tree. According to the label it was created by chainsaw sculptor, Denius Parson. It really was impressive.
I was joined on my walk, as I often am, by a friendly robin. I enjoyed the sights as he hopped about bending his head to watch me. There were banks of snowdrops in every direction, with little clumps of cyclamen and hellebore dotted about, and daffodils just beginning to show.
Enjoy my spring photos from the Rococo Garden. It was dull and drizzly and the sun was setting by the time we left but the photos show the abundance of snowdrops …
We are truly spoilt for choice in our local area for interesting places to go. I am so lucky to have grandchildren who I can use as an excuse for going to all the farm parks, forests, steam railways and adventure playgrounds.
There certainly wasn’t anything like that where I grew up in the North of England. My playground was the shipyards on the River Tyne, abandoned coal mines, or the sand dunes and castle ruins on the North Sea Coast.
The child in me can never get enough of our local Wildlife Park at Burford. It is so well run and the animals are the first priority. It is such a joy to see the beautifully maintained grounds and healthy happy animals living as naturally as it is possible and safe for them to be. I have a season ticket there and go as often as I can with the grandchildren.
Autumn is one of my favourite times to go out and about in the Cotswolds. When the children are back at school and most of the tourists have gone home, the villages and parks are reasonably quiet. It is a pleasure then to stroll around them and enjoy the peace and quiet and natural beauty.
I live in a Spa town which was founded on the health giving properties of the natural spring water so water is a common feature around here. Indeed just off the old Roman Road to Cirencester is an area called Seven Springs.
One of the most unusual Springs is where the water gushes out of a stone crocodile head. I love the fact that a respected cotswold stone builder from the nearby village of Hazleton built this feature in the 19th Century. Presumably some local landowner paid for it. The spring water has been gushing out of the crocodile’s mouth ever since. Some days, like yesterday, after lots of heavy rain, it is a truly spectacular sight.
Many Cotswold villages have delightful streams or rivers running through them and none is more beautiful than Bourton on the Water. This delightful town is a favourite of mine when the sun is setting and the only activity is the ducks settling down for the night.
The Cotswold countryside, parks and gardens are a almost swamped by luscious green foliage this year. The early spring and wet May seem to have benefited the trees and lawns. It is a joy to walk amongst them.
There are lambs, foals, baby rabbits and ducklings to be seen all around and my garden birds are working overtime to feed their young. They beaver away all day long in choreographed movements almost like a dance.
I went to a local park with my little granddaughter at the weekend and she was delighted to see six cygnets that have hatched out recently. The swans nest on an island in the lake but they come over to the grass to feed and walk their little ones. It is amazing and heart-warming to see how many adults and children turn up in their spare time to see and photograph the new arrivals.
Swans are very protective parents so it is best not to get too close! As Shakespeare says…
So doth the swan her downy cygnet save,
Keeping them prisoner underneath her wings.