Not just for Christmas,
Joy is to share all year round.
Spread thick like butter
Apologies to anyone dairy intolerant, and also to those who are tutting, and moaning about celebrating too early. Well not really, it is what it is. The light display is at Wollaton Hall (also known as Wayne Manor), and is due to be repeated this year in December.
Cold and so alone.
A sentinel in the mist
Waiting for the sun.
Less is more, more or less. A misty frosty morning in the park.
Grey skies threaten rain.
Take shelter beneath the bridge
‘Til the storm has passed.
Trent Bridge straddles the River Trent (strangely), linking the City of Nottingham to West Bridgford. In the image you can see the floodlights for the cricket ground on the right, and to the left the Brian Clough stand of the City Ground, home of Nottingham Forest FC. Both are on the south side of the river. On the north side is the home of Notts County FC, separated from the City Ground by only 250 metres, making them the closest grounds to each other in the UK. Unfortunately for County fans, not quite so close in terms of league position.
Robin takes his aim,
Stealing riches for the poor.
Sheriff not impressed.
Nottingham is synonymous with the lads in Lincoln green, led by Robin Hood. His statue, along with a tableau of associated characters, shelters beneath the walls of Nottingham Castle. During the Great Pandemic of 2020, the council commissioned a series of painted Wise Owls, each decorated by a different artist and with a Nottingham theme. Appropriately it is the Sheriff that was sent to keep an eye on these scallywags.
At the Flying Horse
I said do you think you would.
And you said I will.
The Flying Horse in Nottingham is just a shopping alley/arcade now, but there used to be a pub of the same name on the site. It was there, on one of my early visits to the city in the 70’s, that I asked my girlfriend to marry me. She said yes, and they pulled the pub down. Make of that what you will.
And yes, 49 years later that girlfriend is still my wife.
Light as a feather,
Eyes twinkling, red breast puffed proud.
Grateful for the seeds.
I know I have previously posted about the robins at Attenborough Nature Reserve, but they really are very tame. When there is the chance of free food, they overcome any fear, and will happily feed until either startled, or when they have had enough,
Coming out to play
As the mist lies in the gorge.
Bats possess the night.
A foggy evening on a path that cuts a gorge through the sandstone near home. The cutting was originally made to enable coal to be transported to/from the canal.
I posted this image on Instagram once, and was informed by one critic that the bats didn’t look real, they must have been photoshopped. I thought that was fairly obvious, but hey, it adds atmosphere.
Cold days and snowfall.
Thoughts of sledging on the park,
Crowds filling the slopes
Well summer is gone in the UK, so until I am fit enough to get out and take some autumn scenes there is snow to look forward to. The challenge after every snowfall is to try and capture an image for the next year’s Chritmas cards.
I placed them safely
And out of the way for once.
But then I forgot.
Amazing what you come across during an early morning walk in the park. Were they put there safely as I aimagine? Or lost, and then found by a stranger who kindly put them somewhere visible? Not that visible though, if you have lost your glassess…
As someone who has managed to drop a pair of glasses over a cliff, I am not really in a position to criticise though.
Ahead lies a path
The destination misted.
Turrets pierce the sky.
A misty morning on Wollaton Park in Nottingham. Out of sight to the right is the lake. The resident deer will wade in the lake to cool down. Not that I have seen them yet, but one day I will capture that image. Wollaton Hall is rising through the mist at the end of the path. Hard to believe this was once someone’s back garden!
