On another cold windy day where spring wildlife was not exactly in abundance, it was nice to head out on another slow and steady run around the two lakes, and finally to Friary Park, where I have often taken pictures of the flowers to show you.
There was indeed a Franciscan Friary here until 1534 when Henry VIII warmed up for the Reformation proper by shutting the place down for political sermonising, at which point the land fell into the hands of rich private landowners. Next door to the gardens is the Friary proper, restored buildings converted into very expensive flats and houses.
It's only a small space, dominated by the huge and strangely tumerous london plane tree with its dangling spiky catkins just now coming into flower.
It isn't a hugely used space, there's usually a dog being walked at virtually all hours of the day, and in summer months it becomes a place to party for Eastern European workers knocking off at 6am after their last night shift of the week. I often see them sat drinking their cans of Lech when I cycle to work. Of course, like the library gardens, the lost soul street drinkers can be seen here any time of the year.
The gardens are always at their best in the winter and spring, when I track the appearance of aconite, squill and grape hyacinth, and the bees that appear to feed on them. I've also noticed these strange green flowers that the bumbles seem to enjoy too.
It never seems as interesting in Summer, although I will keep checking it out. I'm sure there should be forget-me-nots around by now. Where are they? The so called early spring is actually later than the last couple of years.
Si
All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 24.03.16
Thursday, 24 March 2016
Wednesday, 23 March 2016
A Run through Millgate
For some reason, Millgate has always been regarded as the most historically interesting and classy part of town, even more so than the town centre I feel. It's strange really, the houses aren't particularly huge, expensive or luxurious, it isn't full of attractive green space and it there's no blockbuster of a castle or church.
But I'll wager if you were to ask townsfolk which street they'd like to live on in Newark more than any other, I bet a lot of them would say Millgate. I probably would. It's a street that feels like a community, and actually has its own conservation society - Millgate Conservation Society.
I have so many memories of Millgate, a great friend who lived there in a big old dark house at one end with a big box room we used to throw margarine tub lids at each other as if we were in the movie "Tron", and a long wild garden out back with a shed we used as a sort of Beano comic style clubhouse.
They used to have street fairs, where the entire road would be closed for stalls and games; I remember being the long alley skittles champion of the day, although what I won has slipped beyond my memory. The Navigation pub used to be the champion pub of Newark, how times have changed. I've always been intrigued by the tiny little sheltered houses at the town end of the street, I'd happily live in one now!
So let me show you a few of the sights.
This is the view from the Devon Bridge end of Millgate, looking along the curving quarter mile of the road. It's really easy to cycle along, and formed a chunk of the marathon route I ran.
This house is just off Millgate, and if you can read the sign you can see it was once a very small school. Later the home of a sculptor, it has a big mezzanine floor inside. I love mezzanines.
Lenton Terrace is a little hidden row of tiny houses set off between Millgate and the river. Traditionally it's where overseas students from the violin school leave, and there was always a lot of parties along here.
Like, the Presebetery was also a site of student fun, although it is private flats nowadays. It's a typical tall Georgian Millgate building.
"The Forge" is actually a dwelling rather than a pub - boo! - and used to be a blacksmiths and farriers back in the day, I think. This complex still has a strong connection with Newark's horses.
This perpetually terrified looking building is part of the agricultural scrap yard I wrote about before.
This building has been everything, but in my memory it was "Milliways" - not Douglas Adams' "Restaurant at the End of the Universe" but rather a fancy dress hire shop. Latterly it's been a posh tea room, but is now a private dwelling again.
Here's the oft seen view of the river running parallel to Millgate to the North. Millgate was once a hive of river industry, with 11 pubs on it. Well that's what I've read elsewhere.
Millgate even has its own boxing gym, run by former British champion Esham Pickering.
I've always loved the old signs on the side of this building, which used to house a hospice charity.
Always been intrigued by this rather dark pair of houses, which usually seems to house music school folk as well.
Examples of sheltered accomodation on Millgate.
Its retro sign restored, this building is perhaps better known as Egg Packer's Yard. For much of my childhood it was a massive pottery producing all manner of products, and is now undergoing a slow conversion to flats. There's a lot of space in there, and some huge basements if I remember right. There's lots of warning signs telling of deep excavations in there.
We've come to the end! We are looking back the way we came, and I hope you enjoyed the trip!
Si
All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 23.03.16
But I'll wager if you were to ask townsfolk which street they'd like to live on in Newark more than any other, I bet a lot of them would say Millgate. I probably would. It's a street that feels like a community, and actually has its own conservation society - Millgate Conservation Society.
I have so many memories of Millgate, a great friend who lived there in a big old dark house at one end with a big box room we used to throw margarine tub lids at each other as if we were in the movie "Tron", and a long wild garden out back with a shed we used as a sort of Beano comic style clubhouse.
They used to have street fairs, where the entire road would be closed for stalls and games; I remember being the long alley skittles champion of the day, although what I won has slipped beyond my memory. The Navigation pub used to be the champion pub of Newark, how times have changed. I've always been intrigued by the tiny little sheltered houses at the town end of the street, I'd happily live in one now!
So let me show you a few of the sights.
This is the view from the Devon Bridge end of Millgate, looking along the curving quarter mile of the road. It's really easy to cycle along, and formed a chunk of the marathon route I ran.
This house is just off Millgate, and if you can read the sign you can see it was once a very small school. Later the home of a sculptor, it has a big mezzanine floor inside. I love mezzanines.
Lenton Terrace is a little hidden row of tiny houses set off between Millgate and the river. Traditionally it's where overseas students from the violin school leave, and there was always a lot of parties along here.
Like, the Presebetery was also a site of student fun, although it is private flats nowadays. It's a typical tall Georgian Millgate building.
"The Forge" is actually a dwelling rather than a pub - boo! - and used to be a blacksmiths and farriers back in the day, I think. This complex still has a strong connection with Newark's horses.
This perpetually terrified looking building is part of the agricultural scrap yard I wrote about before.
This building has been everything, but in my memory it was "Milliways" - not Douglas Adams' "Restaurant at the End of the Universe" but rather a fancy dress hire shop. Latterly it's been a posh tea room, but is now a private dwelling again.
Here's the oft seen view of the river running parallel to Millgate to the North. Millgate was once a hive of river industry, with 11 pubs on it. Well that's what I've read elsewhere.
Millgate even has its own boxing gym, run by former British champion Esham Pickering.
I've always loved the old signs on the side of this building, which used to house a hospice charity.
Always been intrigued by this rather dark pair of houses, which usually seems to house music school folk as well.
Examples of sheltered accomodation on Millgate.
Its retro sign restored, this building is perhaps better known as Egg Packer's Yard. For much of my childhood it was a massive pottery producing all manner of products, and is now undergoing a slow conversion to flats. There's a lot of space in there, and some huge basements if I remember right. There's lots of warning signs telling of deep excavations in there.
We've come to the end! We are looking back the way we came, and I hope you enjoyed the trip!
Si
All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 23.03.16
Tuesday, 22 March 2016
The Treecreeper in the Cemetery
I've had a busy day today, with a 7km walk this morning, and a slowish 13km run in the afternoon. But there wasn't a lot to see, apart from a number of raptors around the owl land, two of which may have been the short eared owls of legend, and another might have been a marsh harrier as it flew low and straight and not like a buzzard.
"Might", but probably weren't. I don't really see exotic stuff.
More ordinary birds are interesting enough, however, like the treecreeper I observed in the cemetery yesterday, making its way up the trunk of a tall tree. Unusually, it was ascending the tree in a rather direct fashion, rather than spiralling clockwise up the trunk, going up one side before fluttering round to the other.
I'm reasonably pleased with these shots; I think you can see the birds long thin curved bill, perfect for foraging in crevices in the bark, and also the birds long toes, and stiff tail that aids its ascent of trees.
They are hard to spot, but worth watching if you do.
Si
All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 22.03.16
"Might", but probably weren't. I don't really see exotic stuff.
More ordinary birds are interesting enough, however, like the treecreeper I observed in the cemetery yesterday, making its way up the trunk of a tall tree. Unusually, it was ascending the tree in a rather direct fashion, rather than spiralling clockwise up the trunk, going up one side before fluttering round to the other.
I'm reasonably pleased with these shots; I think you can see the birds long thin curved bill, perfect for foraging in crevices in the bark, and also the birds long toes, and stiff tail that aids its ascent of trees.
They are hard to spot, but worth watching if you do.
Si
All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 22.03.16
Monday, 21 March 2016
The Eye of the Fisherman
This afternoon took me through the cemetery and around the two lakes to see whatever I might see.
We are into another transition time in the cemetery. The crocuses and some of the mini daffodils are past their best, and instead we have large patches dominated by squill and primrose. Hyacinth is appearing, and also the first stirrings from naughty spanish bluebell, with their flowers pointing in all directions.
A treecreeper put on a show for me; you'll see photographs of that separately. I hope they are good enough.
The day's top encounter occurred about halfway around the Balderton Blue Lake. I noticed a fisherman with his rod bent in half, landing what was very evidently a rather large common carp. Nothing too unusual about this, although I've never seen anyone land a fish of that size from this lake before, but his method was.
He was a stalker, a fisherman with eyes good enough to see specific fish and target them. He was riding around the lake on a bicycle with his rod ready to go, when he spotted two big carp from yards away while whizzing past. He then jumped down from his bike, attached a lump of bread to his line - no float or weights - cast it over the fishes nose, and watched it take the bait in a matter of seconds.
He landed it quickly, photographed it himself while kindly allowing me to do so, and had the fish back in the water in under two minutes. Now I have very mixed feelings about fishing, but I could not deny this angler's attention to the welfare of the fish.
He even put it on a sort of fish sofa while he snapped it!
So that was today's exercise, a slightly lazy 8km walk after a slow start. But, it was worth it.
Si
All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 21.03.16
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| Magnolia. Not as good as next door's |
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| Primrose |
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| Ummmm...pink bluebell |
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| Spanish bluebell |
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| Busy bee |
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| Hyacinth |
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| Sea of squill |
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| Close up |
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| Yellow daffs this side |
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| Like a star |
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| White ones this side |
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| Another star |
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| Town of the dead |
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| Daff avenue |
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| Freshly made seat |
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| Dull reflections |
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| Common carp in the net |
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| Kiss my luscious lips |
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| More school artwork |
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| Newark Academy named as the creator here |
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