Today’s been one of those sunny-showery days, gloriously bright one minute, squally rain and wind the next, so you never quite know whether to run outside or hide inside with hot chocolate.
I compromised by doing both.
This morning I ran around our local parkrun (using the term ‘running’ very loosely, as usual), and got proper soaked in the process. Then I skipped the Women’s Institute (shocking, I know) to head over to an open day at a local(ish) community farm I’d never been to on the other side of town.
Turns out I still haven’t been because I couldn’t find it! Couldn’t see directions on their website, and the directions I found for an old event of theirs led me to a very nice, but very empty, field. At that point I was quite glad I hadn’t walked 4 miles to get there, as it had started raining again.
Back in the car, and typically the sun came out, so I did a little detour and went for an amble through the Rivelin Valley instead.
I don’t come here often enough (I say that about a lot of places!) The problem with this place is not that it’s far from home, because it’s not, but it’s a good couple of miles vertically downwards, which means it’s a good couple of miles vertically back up again to get home… And because it’s not that far, I’m usually loathe to drive it. Which then means I never go. Which is ridiculous.
Rivelin Valley is another one of those valleys that heads right out from the city to the peak district. It’s not quite as busy as Endcliffe Park, as it starts a little further away from the city centre, but it’s still well used, and is in easy reach of plenty of residential parts of the city. Didn’t see many people out today, but then it was absolutely freezing and raining a lot of the time, so they were probably all doing something more sensible.
Ah, there you go, that lovely sunshine at the beginning of my walk has been replaced by grey clouds, and you can see the raindrops starting to sploosh in the river.
I didn’t risk the stepping stones today, some of them were half submerged and they all looked quite slippery, and I didn’t fancy having to wait half an hour to be hauled out by a guffawing dog walker.
This river, and the others that run between the seven hills of Sheffield, gave the city its industrial start, by providing water and power for early industry. This one apparently had forges and flour mills once, and every now and again you come across old bits of machinery dotted along the river.
Hmm, the rain’s getting heavier… but turn round and there’s blue sky! Maybe it’ll catch up with me eventually…
Clearly not yet – even the ducks don’t seem to be enjoying themselves.
Turned out to be quite an informative walk – I never knew corset bones were made in these woods!
I don’t know how this little flower has managed to hold on this far, but there it was, clinging to the banks of the river. It’s been really quite warm round here for this time of year, and has only got cold in the past day or two, so in the gardens there’s still plenty of flowers when there wouldn’t usually be I don’t think. Our fuchsia is still a riot of colour – I might dress it up in a bit of tinsel if it carries on like this.
As I walked along I was trying to figure out whether it was autumn or winter. I usually think of winter as being December, January and February, but looking at the colours of the trees I decided we were definitely still at the tail end of autumn.
It wasn’t a very energetic walk, this one, and I think I spent more time taking photographs than I did actually walking. In fact, I also spent rather a long time leaning on trees, watching the patterns of the rain and the wind reflected in the water.
Speaking of water, there were some very odd things going on with the river.
Blue water? Well, of course, when you draw pictures, you always draw the water blue (I do anyway), but how often do you actually see blue water?? Quite a fetching shade of blue as well I thought – but rather out of place. Felt a little eerie even. Any clues?? The first thing that jumped to mind was blue-green algae, not because I have any knowledge of it, but just because that’s what I think it should look like… I’ll investigate.
The orange is more easily explained, I believe, by natural iron deposits. Or then again it might be copper. Or possibly peat. Oh dear, I hope you didn’t come here looking for information or anything!
Anyway, after an hour or two of ambling around in the rain under the trees, I was rather cold and wet. Home, then, to spend the rest of the afternoon ensconced in the living room with some tasty bread, goats cheese, acres of newspaper, a rather festive cake, and several nice cups of tea.
Hope you enjoyed my little (r)amble! I’m thinking of taking another one tomorrow… Not sure where yet though!
(oh, and I’ve now found out where the community farm is – several hours too late! Ah well, something to look forward to in the new year I suppose…)