Coniston Waters

Next day it was off to Broughton-In-Furness for some shopping and continue onto Coniston. Broughton-In-Furness was the town nearest to us and the obvious port of call for groceries etc. As we had to pass through it, a stop and quick look around was our first objective for the day.

St Mary Magdalene's Church, the oldest fabric in the present church is the late Norman south doorway, dating from the 12th century Alterations and additions were made to the church in the 16th and the 19th centuries. So, like many English churches, not obvious which parts are really old from those reworked by the Victorians!

Just a street name but when you see a name like this, the mind does wonder where it came from. 

The road between Ulpha and Broughton is a nightmare after the wide roads of East Anglia, although with stunning views. I suppose you cannot have it all. When we first stepped out of the car, our reaction was `where are the shops`, a short wander later and we found all we wanted. Pictures above are St Mary Magdalene's Church, Broughton-in-Furness and the sun dial in the market square. 

Shopping done we then headed up the side of Lake Coniston toward the town itself, finding a parking spot right at the top end of the lake. We walked back to the town and had a short wander but the town is nothing to shout, about I thought. A great lunch of Sea bass followed by a walk along some of the lake and back to the car. 

Coniston Water in Cumbria is the third largest lake in the English Lake District. It is five miles long by half a mile wide (8 km by 800 m), has a maximum depth of 184 feet (56 m) 

I suppose many people, like myself, always associate Coniston Waters with Donald Malcolm Campbell, the British speed record breaker who died during a speed record attempt at the Lake in 1967. 

Donald Campbell killed in water speed record attempt – archive, 1967

The top end of Coniston Waters 

Just having a rest mum 

The backdrop to the town of Coniston 

View of someone`s Pad at the top of the hill.

We then drove down the eastern side with the odd stop or two when we took a few photos. Home through the very winding roads and to a well earned rest. Another really beautiful day even if the wind was a little chilly at times. Not anything much to see on the water but a beautiful area nonetheless.

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We are off to the Lake District

Never having had a holiday in the Lake District, this was our destination for May - to the south of Cumbria, in a village called Ulpha, to be precise.

So, on Friday evening about 6pm we were on our way to Days Inn in Peterborough where we where to stop the night thus saving ourselves 2 hours on our Saturday journey onward to the Lakes. At around 8:20 am on Saturday, we started our journey up the A1 toward Scotch Corner where we intended to turn onto the A66 toward Penrith. The idea being that by travelling so far up the A1 and travelling over the top of the Dales, we could miss most of the built up, busy roads like the M6 and arrive in a less tired state. That was the idea, but the drive down through the Lakes NP was another thing!! Perhaps we will do the M6 on the way home after all! 

However, all clouds have a silver lining, and we were able to get a few pictures (above) before reaching our destination for the week. 

Our cottage for the week. The owner, Vicky, lived next door (on the left). It was perfect - a real homely cottage. 

Sunday dawned cloudless and that was perfect as we had decided to do a local walk to Seathwaite Tarn. 

The start of the climb. The parking spot was on a road marked as unsuitable for traffic but luckily was reasonable as far as the parking spot anyway. So, photos from the start right to the Tarn, which is dammed (no swearing here please) to provide local water, and a few more on the way down. By the time we were descending, a number of other people were starting their ascent. It seem a popular walk, which at 3 miles and a rise of 263m. is just right for oldies I suppose! 

Seathwaite Tarn is a reservoir in an area known as the Furness Fells. Apparently, in order to create a source of drinking water the existing tarn was considerably enlarged with a dam in 1904. During the dam construction some of the navvies rioted damaging buildings in the village, several rioters were shot, one dying the next day. It is so peaceful up there now you would never guess at a violent past. 

The journey down with Rosey surveying the scenery. 

Back to the start - this tree needed to be photographed!. Opposite the car parking area. 

Later that day we walked down to explore the village of Ulpha, first calling in to the church. 

Records of a church in the village of date back to the reign of Henry III. Referred to by William Wordsworth in his Sonnets on the Duddon, Ulpha church “is as welcome as a star.” 

Built of local stone, the roof of St. John the Baptist chapel is supported by Adze curved beams, open to the rafters. Now that took some craftsmen! 

In it’s earlier days, the walls would have bore no plaster, nor the interior any seats. The only service would be mass or communion, much shorter than the services of today, so the congregation would have stood or knelt. 

There are several interesting features to the building such as the reason the windows appear low in the walls for the period. It appears that due to work in the last century where the remains of those who had been buried in the chapel were removed, the floor level was subsequently raised. Strange! 

Coming across some Almshouses in the village was a bit of a surprise. They appeared to be in the `middle of nowhere`. 

They were founded by a bequest of John Gunson of Oak Bank, Ulpha, in memory of his parents Joseph and Eleanor Gunson around the turn of the 20 century. However, they are still going strong and even have their own Facebook page! 

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Cars at Kersey Mill

A chance to visit Kersey Mill and to see a variety of cars - old and new. We met Hayley, Andrew and Izobelle and had a wander on a very pleasant morning stroll. Some details of two of the more interesting vehicles among the many!

A Morgan - The Morgan Motor Company is a family-owned British motor car manufacturer that was founded in 1910 by Henry Frederick Stanley Morgan.

Morgan is based in Malvern Link, an area of Malvern, Worcestershire and employs 177 people. Morgan has stated that they produce "in excess of 1300" cars per year, all assembled by hand. The waiting list for a car is approximately six months, although it has been as long as ten years in the past.

Trojan 200 - The Heinkel Kabine was a microcar designed by Heinkel Flugzeugwerke and built by them from 1956 to 1958. Production was transferred under licence to Dundalk Engineering Company in Ireland in 1958 however the licence was withdrawn shortly afterwards due to poor quality control. Production restarted in 1960, again under licence, under the Trojan 200 name by Trojan Cars Ltd. in the UK, and continued until 1966.

Izobelle in the Trojan 200

My first `yellow` car

The cream of the bunch and my favourite

A pleasant morning with the family and interesting to see the cars, followed by something to eat in the very busy café and then home.

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Polstead church of St Mary

A distant view of Polstead church of St Mary as we approached. Beautiful surroundings in the pretty village of Polstead with its lovely pond.

St Marys is a delightful church dating originally from 1160 but with major alterations in the 1400’s and 1500’s. Still retaining some Norman clerestory windows, its stone spire is the only remaining one of its kind in Suffolk.

 

North view

South view

St Mary has an unusual nave roof. Back in the 1980s, essentail repairs had to be carried out economically. Aluminium was chosen, and is a striking sight from a distance on a sunny day.

The stone spire 

The entrance

Not difficult to see in the stonework where previous alterations have been made.

One of the little clerestory windows

An extraordinary brick octagonal font, which might be any age, but is set on a 13th century base.

The most striking aspect of the interior is the colour, the combination between white walls and the red brick of the arcade arches. These bricks bear close examination. They date from the original construction of the arcades, about the year 1200, and yet they are clearly not reused Roman bricks. So, we have here what may be the oldest surviving English bricks still in use for their original purpose - bricks of a similar age can be found at the Hall at nearby Little Wenham,

At the west end of the nave there is a large opening above the tower arch. This might be dismissed as a sanctus bell window, but some think it might be an entrance to the tower itself, that a ladder could be drawn up.

The Brands lived at Polstead Hall which you can still see to the west of the church. It is said that the little boy Benjamin was killed in a fall from one of the upper storey windows.

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A frosty morning at Flatford

It was a cold and frost morning when we visited Flatford Mill, and we were pleased to see that everywhere was covered in, what my dad called, `a hoar frost` Not the usual warm day that you visit Flatford , but nevertheless, very pretty! 

This image was taken on a cold and frost morning with the sun creeping round from the other side, and the water frozen.

Originally part of Gibbeon’s Gate Farm, Willy Lott's House is a Grade 1, listed building. Willy Lott (1761-1849) was a tenant farmer who worked the 39 acres around Flatford that made up Gibbeon's Gate Farm. He lived in a house attached to the farmland, which long after his death, became known as Willy Lott's House. Willy Lott's parents lived in this house, Willy and his sisters and brothers were born there.

A image facing in the opposite direction, depicting the Field Study Center, leased by the National Trust to the Field Studies Council, FSC, which is an environmental education charity `providing informative and enjoyable opportunities for people of all ages and abilities to discover, explore, and understand the environment`.

As you can see, this is the `Mill` of Flatford Mill.

Some interesting iron work against one of the Mill walls.

Sometimes misty, but still a lovely spot.

And of course, sometimes very cold and frosty. Taken on the pathway beside the river.

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