Every year people come from far and wide to the Beamish Steam Fair. Unlike many other fairs; at Beamish the engines are in their proper settings, and not just standing motionless in a field to be admired. They are worked and driven around the Museum constantly. This year, the Beamish Steam Fair focused around World War One, with many vehicles and displays from this era.
Apart from the fantastic steam engines, there were also displays such as wood cutting using a steam powered machine – very interesting.
Along with the larger steam driven engines, there was a great show of steam cars and military motor bikes. Not to mention the poor chap who had the task of riding a penny farthing bicycle across tram lines and down the cobbled streets of Beamish under his own ‘steam’.
The forthcoming fishing season of 2017/2018 licence is marked by a picture of the infamous Gudgeon.
I don’t know why? but I have kept the previous years licences. I always look forward to it arriving through the post in anticipation of what artwork will be on it for that year.
This year obviously is very pleasing, as the Gudgeon is one of my favourite fish.
It is the spring equinox today; and although I have heard the blackbirds sing for a short time, it is the first time this year that I have seen them take up the highest part of the land, (tv aerial) and begin their song in earnest.
It is probably in rejoice that the snow has finally departed, and the first really warm day of the year has warmed their feathers.
It was an odd end to the fishing season this year. With the river high and coloured I ended up at a pond. Which at this time of year is not on my agenda, but it still meant that I was fishing.
Very lucky with the weather too. Rain was forecast, and although I did get light showers, the worst held off until the evening where upon it came down in rods.
Now the season is over I can look forward to spring and planting up of the allotment. Oh, and of course, the beginning of a fresh new fishing season in June.
This batch of snow has meant that we could not get the car out of our street, and the first year in many when I didn’t own a 4×4. Subsequently, I have not managed to get to the allotment for some time now. Concerned with the amount of snowfall, I was conscious that the greenhouse roof might not be able to withstand all that snow, and collapse under the weight.
There was only one option – walk! It is a fifteen minute drive to my allotment, so I had quite a walk ahead of me in some really quite bad weather. Naturally, I took a flask of tea that would be me reward once I arrived. The snow was quite deep in a number of places and was almost as deep as the height of my flask; and far deeper than that where the snow had drifted.
I need not have worried, when I arrived at the allotment I found that the wind had probably kept most of the greenhouse roof clear. There was very little weight on it, I was very relieved,. A couple of sweeps from a broom took off most of the ice and snow. Although the thermometer in the greenhouse stood just above freezing, it seemed really warm inside. So much so that I had to take my jacket off while enjoying my reward of hot tea ahead of my long walk back home.
It never ceases to amaze that the first flake of snow arriving in London, spark off an apocalyptic panic and the UK transport network comes to a halt.
What does not come to a halt however, is the wildlife at this time of year. The extra cold has brought on extra feeding of the garden birds.
I have not seen a Chaffinch for years, and here are a male and a female sharing a horde of sunflower seeds.
It has been cold, and the weather out at sea so bad that we have also had seagulls in the garden.
Good to see the Blackbirds. I look forward to the next few weeks when the weather may start to warm up slightly and the Blackbirds begin their spring song.
It recently dawned on me that it was August 2017 the last time I managed to go fishing, what with work commitments and one thing and another.
Setting my sites on a trip before the final day of the course fishing season, I was to be disappointed that the Wessex river I so much like to fish was in flood. Second to this, I was unable to secure accommodation for the couple of days as the kids were on their term holidays and everywhere was booked up.
Keeping an eye on the weather forecast and keeping in contact with the river bailiff, I was pleased to see that their was to be a rise in temperature and that the river had fallen and was just about fishable.
Accommodation booked, I was on my way.
A great couple of days were spent with mixed results but managing to catch some lovely Dace and some great Roach, the final cast on my last day producing a Roach of 1lb 9oz, not a monster these days but certainly the biggest Roach I have ever caught.
On top of this great trip, I managed to christen a new float and three new reels.