Tuesday, 26 August 2008

Celtic Manor

A few weeks ago one of my friends Stuart (Galli) had been in touch to see if I was interested in a golfing weekend at Celtic Manor near Newport, South Wales. Celtic Manor is the venue for the Ryder Cup in 2010, so quite how they'd cope with the divot holes I'd be leaving behind would be anyone's guess. Anyway it's been several years since I'd last played regularly so even if the golf didn't amount to much there was always the hotel bar afterwards.

Celtic Manor, home of the Ryder Cup in 2010
Celtic Manor, home of the Ryder Cup in 2010

In total there were six of us in the group - I picked up Paul (Wibs) on the way and we met the others at the hotel. We'd two rounds of golf lined up on Sunday and bank holiday Monday on the Montgomerie course - designed by Colin Montgomerie himself.

Although I'd been to the driving range a couple of times over the past week or so, my game was far too inconsistent to win, and even when my longer shots went where I wanted them to, my putting let me down instead. Anyway, it's not the winning, it's the taking part that counts, although try telling that to Gall, who'd even bought a trophy for the winner (he ended up winning it himself - probably a good thing really).

All in all a great weekend, which we'll have to repeat again next summer. Here's some other photos from the weekend:

An action shot of Wibs, playing his approach to the picturesque third green
An action shot of Wibs, playing his approach to the picturesque third green


Galli with a long putt on the fourth
Galli with a long putt on the fourth (he actually holed this, the lucky b*****)


Dan drives off on the treacherous fifth
Dan drives off on the treacherous fifth


Wibs winds up for a big one on the seventh
Wibs winds up for a big one on the seventh


Wibs in action again on the sixteenth tee
Wibs again, this time on the sixteenth tee, preparing to launch one

Sunday, 17 August 2008

Swollen Ribble

Although the weather isn't great at the moment, it was forecast to stay dry this afternoon so we decided we ought to stretch our legs and go for a walk. It's only a few weeks off our next holiday, when we'll be walking in the Lakes, so we need to get some practice in.

The Ribble in spate at Brungerley Bridge near WaddingtonWaddington village is an idyllic spot, one of the jewels in the Ribble Valley, and on a fine summers day the brook babbling through the centre of the village together with the gardens make a very picturesque scene. Today the vista was a little less impressive due to the cloud cover, but it was still a good spot for walking.

Crossing the Ribble over Brungerley Bridge, it was clear to see how much rainfall we've ben having over the past few weeks - the river was much wider than normal and a good couple of feet higher too.

Carved tree trunk on the Ribble Way near WaddingtonOur walk took us along the riverside path, which was close to being flooded in places. Along this stretch of the Ribble Way are a number of wood carvings and sculptures, each a work of art, and they make a decent photo too.

Saturday, 16 August 2008

Erin's blog

Today ended a little sad for us as Erin's true owner, Ann, called round unexpectedly to pick her up after nearly three weeks with us. However, unbeknown to us, Erin has been busy blogging too...

Tuesday, 29 July 2008
Erin making herself at homeThe caravan's gone, which means I've one less place to hide now. Went next door for some attention. Something strange is going on - those dishes on the floor are identical to mine and they've got some boxes of my favourite food in. Might as well take advantage whilst I can!

This is weird - upstairs there's a cushion just like mine and a scratching post too - have they got another cat? If they have I must have scared them off - this is my patch now and I'm staying put!

Friday, 1 August 2008
Enjoying the foodThe weather's not been good at all, so I've made sure I'm inside where it's dry before they go out for the day.

I can be a bit of a messy eater sometimes (the food here's pretty tasty), so much so that they've got me a colourful mat to eat my meals from - cool eh?




Monday, 4 August 2008
Erin dozing after her late night outWhen it's time for bed I have to be in - mind you last night they hadn't realised they'd left the cat-flap unlocked, which meant I could go out again just when I liked!

I'm not used to these late nights out though, and by 3:30 in the morning I was ready to get back inside. Iain didn't seem too happy about this though - can't think why. The following day I was worn out - it's a good job the bed's so comfortable!

Thursday, 7 August 2008
The washing facilities are good...Sometimes it's good to get a good soaking outside in the rain, and we've been having plenty of that lately. When I've been outside in the wet, I always get dried off with a towel, which makes my fur nice and clean.

This is great because I don't need to spend much time washing myself!





Monday, 11 August 2008
Erin in familiar poseEven when I stay in for the night, by 4am I'm wide awake and want to play. I always sit outside their bedroom door to ask if they'll play with me but they never seem too happy.

Usually all I need to do is roll about and look cute and they soon forgive me!

Wednesday, 6 August 2008

Over the Yellowhills

View south towards Darwen Tower from the YellowhillsThe Yellowhills aren't marked on the map, but they're a well known local walking destination not far from Witton Park in Blackburn. Locals gave the hills the name because of the brilliant yellow covering of gorse in the springtime. The hills lie on the route of Witton Weavers Way, a 32 mile long-distance footpath exploring much of the open countryside of the West Pennine Moors between Blackburn and Bolton.

The WWW can be split into four shorter and more manageable segments, and the one covering the Yellowhills is a six-mile route called the Beamers' Trail. Each of these segments is detailed in leaflets available from the council's website - click here for details: Witton Weavers Way.

Jean and Kevan came over today and after an early lunch (well, early for us!), we donned our walking gear and set off for Witton Park. We took with us a copy of Ron Freethy's "Drive and Stroll" book, which describes the route of the Beamers' Trail without mentioning it by name. This proved a pity, because as much as he excels with his knowledge of nature, he lacks with his map drawing and general guidance on directions. We hadn't even left the pavilion in the park before we were disagreeing over the route we should take! If only we'd brought the Beamers' Trail leaflet with us.

Confused.com! Which way now?Anyhow, we made it through the woods to a car park near the top of Billinge Hill, a steady climb which generated a great deal of angst from one or two in our group. From there, the path rose gently to the top of the Yellowhills, where a fine panorama across the Lancashire coast could be seen. Unfortunately, we could also see some black clouds looming large over the coast and they appeared to be heading our way.

Heading down from the top of the Yellowhills, we made our way into a wood, where Ron's misleading directions were complemented perfectly by this marker post. Not surprisingly, we headed off in what turned out to be the wrong direction from here, and we only realised we were wrong after we'd gone downhill a good distance. There was no way we were going back uphill from here, so we pressed on and found ourselves near the duck pond on the way up to Pleasington Cemetery.

A marker post on the National Cycle Way in Witton ParkFrom here it was a mile or so back to the Pavilion in the park, but before we could go any further, we were drenched by a heavy shower. At least we had our waterproofs with us.

Finally we made it back to the pavilion cafe for a cup of tea, having covered around 4 miles rather than the 6 we'd planned, but who's counting?

Tuesday, 5 August 2008

Catching up with Bev and Paul

We don't often get the chance to visit Bev and Paul, who live in Winterley near Sandbach, but a few weeks ago we were able to set aside some time in our diaries to catch up. While we waited for Paul to come home from work, Bev took us to visit Wheelock Hall farm, just round the corner from their house.

The piglets eating our carrots
We broke off small pieces of carrot for the piglets. They seemed to enjoy eating them!

The farm houses a number of animals which the public can go and see, and even feed, together with a children's play area and a farm shop, which sells local produce and home made cakes. Bev bought a bag of carrots for the pigs and goats to eat as well as a couple of apples for the horses, and we had a pleasant time sharing our food out with the animals.

Bev feeding the horses at Wheelock Hall farm
Bev's apples didn't last long!!


Picture of a goat at the farm
The goats wanted their share too


Iain and Carole on the farm
Iain and Carole on the farm

Returning back to the house, it wasn't long before Paul arrived home, and we had an enjoyable evening with a nice meal, plenty of wine and lots of good banter.

Monday, 4 August 2008

My gran and Britain's wartime secrets

My gran, aged 21Gran grew up in Billingham in the North East, and like most of the family there went to work for ICI, who operated a large chemical plant near the Tees river (they still do). During the war, we knew that quite suddenly she moved away and went to work as a cook and housemaid in a large house near Mold, North Wales.

She never talked much about what she was doing so far from home and family, why she'd moved what was for the time a considerable distance, or what made her change jobs so dramatically, and it was a mystery she kept to herself until she died. All we knew was that the house she worked in housed some scientists, who it seemed were working on a secret project at a weapons factory or store in a nearby village.

Perhaps Gran knew more but wouldn't (or couldn't?) say. Perhaps she simply didn't know at all.

Gran at the gates to Maes Alyn, June 2000She did once tell us the name of the house she worked in - 'Maes Alyn'. Several years ago my parents took her to Mold to try to find it, and even after 50 years Gran took them straight there. Not only did they see the house from the outside, but they got chatting to the present-day owner and were invited in to look around. Gran was even able to describe a marble floor which had since been covered over in one of the rooms. The picture shows Gran at the gates to Maes Alyn in the year 2000.

Searching on Google for Maes Alyn hasn't ever found nothing of note, until recently, when Google found a hit in a newly published book called "The X Site - Britain's Most Mysterious Government Facility" by Tim Jones. In the book, Jones described Maes Alyn and explains that scientists were brought there from ICI in Billingham to work in a munitions factory at nearby Rhydymwyn. Maes Alyn was also used for other scientists from Oxford and Cambridge and from the Ministry of Defence, and a team of housemaids and cooks were brought in from Billingham to run the house. The scientists were there to conduct research into chemical and atomic weapons, so it isn't surprising it was kept secret.

The BBC have recently published some information about Rhydymwyn, which contains a public information film shot at Rhydymwyn, though at the time it's location wasn't revealed - click this link for more details.

Villge hall, RhosesmorHaving expressed an interest in seeing the area for myself, we headed down to Mold to find Maes Alyn and see what was left of Rhydymwyn for ourselves. Without intruding, we stopped briefly outside the house to take in the countryside, then found the nearby village of Rhosesmor, where Gran had told us they went to socialise at the weekends. The village hall Gran described was still there after all this time.

Heading back to the main road, we then continued to Rhydymwyn to find the site of the munitions factory. The site was built on land behind the Antelope pub, a pub that amazingly Carole and I had visited for a meal on the way back from Ireland just last year. The site is quite overgrown now and although there are guided tours, they are unfortunately only by appointment.

From speaking to the locals, they know there are still large quantities of chemicals stored underground in large canisters, but they are seeingly quite safe whilst they remain undisturbed, problems would only arise if an attempt is made to move them.

A fascinating story which is only starting to become unravelled as these wartime secrets are being revealed.

Sunday, 3 August 2008

A double birthday @ the Derby

Kevan and Marilyne with their birthday cakesOn checking this blog, we last visited the Derby Arms as recently as May, but with a double birthday in the family we needed to eat out somewhere special and the Derby always gets plenty of votes.

The first birthday is Mum, who celebrates tomorrow, then the following day it's Carole's Dad's birthday. Even thought they aren't allowed to open cards or presents yet, we felt they deserved a cake each, provided they were willing to share!

Family picture in the Ribble ValleyThe Derby Arms sits in a picturesque spot between Longridge and Chipping, and on a nice day the hills in the background make it a good spot for some family photos. Today the clouds were a little sinister-looking, but even so, with the aid of a picnic bench for support, we were able to get a rare photo of the six of us all together.