|Lemon Petalled Atrorubens (Click over to enlarge)|
Monday, 18 July 2016
Thursday, 18 February 2016
Friday, 4 December 2015
Poem written by Bryan Yorke on 3rd December 2015
The Poem was written during a bout of frustration over a local political situation regarding the Swifts. And it is said that it can sometimes be a good thing to vent your frustrations by writing it down and in doing that it can help to bring about a better understanding of the situation or at least find a way to accept the situation. One thing is for sure it certainly gets you going with inspiration.
Monday, 30 November 2015
Friday, 20 November 2015
Tuesday, 29 September 2015
|Passerine and Hirundine migration corridors over Hutton Roof |
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This sketch shows the main directions of the movement of passerines and hirundines over Hutton Roof and in particular shows the "narrowed corridor" taken by the Meadow Pipits usually in the last week of September or the first week in October on their southerly migration. Quite a lot of the Mipits which come down the side of Farleton and also some that come down the Lune Valley will at the point of the "Kelker Well" make a lift and over the escarpment and onward across Uberash Breast or Uberash Roughs, over Dalton and continue South. Also of interest at Hutton Roof is the way that the Chaffinch passage instead of going directly South takes on a SW to NE and NE to SW, the Goldfinches also do a more direct South, yet the albas can be seen doing a SE. Its as though most of the species have different routing corridors.
Friday, 4 September 2015
Across to Rydal, passed the Mount,
to little Church on side of hill,
A pew which sat the poet to pray,
Near Dora's field of Daffodils
(Sketch - 2nd March 2013)
Saturday, 2 May 2015
Tuesday, 14 April 2015
(Haworth (A worth), Bentley (Bent with glee), Whisked (Whiskey)
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Photo: I took this at Beetham Holiday Homes Park - August 2009
Friday, 10 April 2015
Daytime closed you was not seen,
Our dear little Willow Warbler
Sylvia’s hand of lucid intricacy
Our dear little Willow Warbler
(Poem written by Bryan Yorke on 10th April 2015)
Monday, 6 April 2015
Friday, 3 April 2015
Sunday, 29 March 2015
and his love to all who’ll take time to listen
Saturday, 28 March 2015
Thursday, 26 March 2015
Monday, 16 February 2015
It was that Hill of Stags,
A beacon fires to Hameldon,
No Stags upon them hills away,
No antlers hung by Stags heads
The general area to where the poem relates is in the main the hill to the East/NE of Haslingden in Rossendale, Lancashire which are high grounds and part of the Pennines.
Photo: Cribden Hill is the hill to the top left hand side and at the summit is around the 1317ft (Trig Point)
Relates to Cribden or Cridden or Keirudon = The Hill of Stags in Haslingden or (Hazeldene),
Then walk over the top of Cribden and across to Clowbridge, (Bridge upon a Cloud)
Peat should include historic Stags, Deer, Silver Birch and Hazel Trees.
Reference to local Cribden topography and local landmarks upon its sides eg: Pinner Caves, Top O'th Slate Caves and Mining Shafts on the head of Cribden now smothered in its Moor Grass.
The haunting calls of Curlews and summer drumming snipe, that lovely sweet smell from the fields below. The waters from Cridden gave the first food to thirst, then it powered the industry in the vale, and freshened flora and fauna alike. Haslingden or (Hazeldene) was built on the sides of and lived by the fruits offered by Cridden.
At one time I worked in the Duckworth Clough Quarry which was blasted out for its fine Millstone Grit. The quarry was later used for "landfill" purposes. I remember on a couple of occasions being told by reliable persons that there was a preserved fossil of a Red Deer somewhere in the sedimental layers of stone within that area. Never checked it out at the time!! SHAME.......
|Here is a photo of "Iron Watter" which I took in 2008 up at Slate, Haslingden|
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Saturday, 14 February 2015
NEVER SEE LARKS THIS MORNING UP ON THEM FELLS,
THERE PROBABLY HIDING DOWN IN THEM DELLS,
BUT I HAD MY LANKY TANNER READY JUST BY CHANCE,
I HAD BEEN FORTUNATE TO GET A GLANCE.....
I held my tanner, and squeezed it tight,
In the hope of seeing a skylark sight,
For today is Valentine, for early birds,
Squeeze that tanner to the first larks song,
Will bring thi luck for the year long.
Towd that tale from Oxy Dave,
A Yorkshire man known to save,
Another man who looks for Larks,
Nice one to thee, top marks!
(Dave Barker over in Oxenhope Nr. Bradford,
Told me about this old Yorkshire Tradition -
But it will work with a Lanky or a Cumbrian tanner just as well)
14th February 2015
Friday, 13 February 2015
Major, would turn over in his grave if he knew,
What had happened to his Highfield view,
Lions at Carter Place have gone with rest,
We're left with a porch without its crest,
Knock it daaern, Knock it daaern!
Town Hall! Council will have a Ball,
With all thi hard earned cash,
So lets get shut for once and for all,
Before they have their Annual bash.
Knock it daaern, knock it daaern!
It's only a building is yon Con Club
Nah! dont let it stand still,
or tha'll get a bill,
"Knock it daaern"
(wrote on 13th Feb 2015)
(I did this particular poem, because quite a few lovely buildings have been
knocked down in Haslingden during my lifetime
which seems such a shame.)
If you would like to see all the buildings which I mention in this poem
then please click here
Wednesday, 21 January 2015
|"Reflection" (Click over to enlarge)|
Thursday, 10 April 2014
|"Fused The Pregnant Ewe" found in Lancelot Clark Storth|
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|"Spring Reflections" found in Lancelot Clark Storth|
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Wednesday, 26 March 2014
|My Fresh Green "Whirlycurlymagig" - Birds Foot Sedge (Carex Ornithopoda)|
The Bendy Entangled “Whirlycurlymagig”
You most beautiful green “whirlycurlymagig”,
A green so special, and later with yellowing and burnt,
You turn, twist, and intertwine with such ease,
You are special and have more bends in you,
You just keep bending and bending and twisting,
You are so different, your leaves tell me so,
All they want to do is stretch out and bend over,
Until they touch the floor, many times, all over,
A true jungle within thee and stabilizers without,
You’re a totally different green to everything else,
And stand out from the rest, to the one that knows!
Your called a sedge, The Birds Foot Sedge,
In May you have a foot and its claw hooked!
Its ever so small to see, but it’s there as clear, clear can be.
“Carex Ornithopoda” is your Sunday best name.
But your not just any old “Carex”,
You are the special one, you are,
My fresh green “whirlycurlymagig”.
By Bryan Yorke
5th August 2012.
(This is one of many plants I managed to find on Friday last, but appealed to me so much because of its dense green colour which is not noticed that much, usually they have more of the lemony tinge to them- and when you looked close to it you could appreciate "the bendy entanglement")
Friday, 28 February 2014
Friday, 21 February 2014
|Trowbarrow Quarry in June|
Thursday, 20 February 2014
its sides, now you see me now you don’t, take a blink and I am gone in one.
Tuesday, 18 February 2014
(Note: A very enjoyable morning, first of all checking out the Ceterach (Rusty Back Fern) behind Whin Yeates, then carrying along the path past the Turtle Stone were a couple of Yellowhammers were "chinking". Then hearing and seeing two separate Song Thrushes singing from the uttermost of their respective trees, one of them from somewhere down in Newbiggin. Then a single Skylark singing from high, then a pair fighting one another, then another one singing from high, then some Meadow Pipits, then another seven Skylarks moving through, then a Buzzard, another Skylark on Holme Park Fell and finally a pair of Mistle Thrush).
Monday, 17 February 2014
Wednesday, 12 February 2014
|The Grayling Butterfly|