Don’t recognise it? It’s Tavira in the Algarve, but I’m home again, with that pocketful of memories. You know I love to share, so here I am, participating in Six word Saturday.
Have a beautiful weekend, wherever you are, and don’t forget to join Cate at Show My Face. Just click on the logo, or the links.
A coat for a boat
I really shouldn’t be here this evening but today I found a “must share”. The ‘Follow the Herring’ exhibition of knitting and crafts is travelling down the east coast of England and today I caught a preview in Hartlepool Art Gallery.
How do you knit a coat for a boat? The coble boat, made by the North East Maritime Trust, will be at the centre of each exhibition, brought to life with locally made artwork.
A travelling show, ‘Get up and Tie your Fingers’, uses the background of the 1881 Eyemouth Fishing Disaster to tell the story of the ‘herring lassies’ who followed the fishing fleets down the coast to meet the catch at each port of call. With knives at the ready and strips of cloths tied around their thumbs and forefingers to protect from the blades, they gutted, salted, and barrelled the ‘silver darlings’, the bountiful herring that were destined for markets across the world. Sometimes at the cost of their menfolk’s lives.
The herring!
A friendly gull
Safety first!
The wave of herring
A wooden ‘wave’ has been constructed and at each venue a section of local handiwork is added. The exhibition set off from Musselburgh in Scotland and the shoal will be beautifully and creatively increased by the time it reaches Hastings on 3rd July.
Departing from Musselburgh
More details about the exhibition and the show can be found on this link to The Customs House.
Sea glass window contributed by students at Catcote Academy
An amazing collection of work, isn’t it? You can even download a ‘Follow the herring’ knitting pattern and join in on the website.
My favourite exhibit just has to be the coble
I probably won’t be able to respond to many of your comments until I return from the Algarve next week. The laptop is going into rehab, but I thought that this was a nice way to leave you.
Got any sheep you need washing? This is the place!
And now, as they say, for something completely different. In more senses than one because some of you will know that this isn’t the walk I originally intended taking you on this week. Fortunately, I have walks to spare! I’ll tell you the story first, before we head to Sheepwash.
Last Monday I was at Carlton-in-Cleveland with my walking friends. The area is pretty steep and, as it half-promised to be a warm day, I decided to take water with me in my newly acquired, hands-free, sling over the shoulder, cool bag. Foolishly I slipped my camera inside, without any cover or protection. When I came to extract it an hour later, it felt a little moist. Keen to get snapping, I gave it a swift rub with a tissue and off I went. The brave and obedient camera performed as usual for the first few shots, then suddenly it ‘locked up’. When I looked at it properly, the screen was all misted. The poor soul had drowned!
In these kind of circumstances (yes, I am pretty careless!) I normally hand the camera to Michael, and with a bit of ‘tutting’ he resuscitates it. Not this time! We took turns at snuggling it in our pockets, hoping to dry it out and breathe new life into it. Quite understandably, the camera refused to respond. I have to say that it ruined my walk, through magnificent countryside, but just maybe I’ve been taught a lesson. With love and affection (and a warm seat on the radiator) the camera finally came back to life the following day. Will I ever learn!
I hope you like my substitute walk, from Sheepwash. I haven’t ever actually seen a sheep being washed in the stream, but that is where the name derives from. Cod Beck is a small tributary of the River Swale and the picturesque area known as Sheepwash is a popular picnic spot.
The National Trust has its priorities right in this area!
As the walkers set off, I crouched in the grass to inspect this little beauty
Soon we are climbing up the hillside, away from the road
The countryside falls away below us
And we’re walking on the Cleveland Way
Sheepwash is situated just outside the pretty North Yorkshire village of Osmotherley. From the village centre, take North End and continue on to Quarry Lane, passing Cod Beck reservoir on the way. There are a couple of parking bays, just beyond Sheepwash.
North Yorkshire is a superb place for walking. The Lyke Wake Walk starts on the moors above Osmotherley and ends down the coast at Ravenscar. Bill Cowley, a local farmer, claimed that you could walk these 40 miles on heather all the way, except for crossing a couple of roads. For me, there is no finer sight than the vast sweep of purple heather in Summer. Osmotherley is also on the 110 mile long Cleveland Way, from Helmsley to Filey, just skirting the Moors.
A solitary sheep keeps his distance across the field- no sheep wash for him!
The waymarked trail leads off across the moors
With runnels to help the rains to drain away
And interesting whorls beneath your feet
The grasses a tapestry of colours
A tree, braving the elements, alone
It’s a bit of a steep haul up the trail but you can always stop to admire the view. A bench awaits for the weary, or you can continue on through the gate, and turn left. It’s downhill from here.
The gate at the top of the hill
The name says it all. That’s Michael, caught on the phone, in the background
The path drops back down towards Quarry Lane, with views over Cod Beck reservoir, our next destination. Cross straight over the road and take the path down to your right. There’s a caravan park at the bottom which always looks inviting, but we continue over the bridge and then left through the trees, which brings you out at the reservoir. But first, the waterfall!
Cod Beck chuckles as it races down the steps
Two shiny red canoes! A rarity at the reservoir
Today they have company- it’s a school trip
But the goslings don’t appear to mind
The gorse is plentiful too
With just a few mallows at the water’s edge
Walking the length of the reservoir will bring you back to Sheepwash. Maybe you’ll stop for a picnic, or return to Osmotherley for something more substantial at one of the village’s three pubs. It depends a little on the weather. Today was perfect!
I hope you enjoyed walking with me. I like a bit of company so if you have a walk you’d like to share, please do join in. All you need to do is leave a link in the Comments below this post, or if you prefer, link to any of my walks from your own post. Normally I will round all the links up and post them at the bottom of next week’s walk, so everyone gets a chance to see them. Next Monday I’ll be in the Algarve and I won’t have any technical stuff with me (just the camera, if I’m lucky!) so there’ll be no walk posted. Sorry! I’ll try to add your links to this week’s post before I go, but any I miss I’ll add to the following week.
I already have a superb selection of walks from last week, so put the kettle on and let’s go armchair walking! First we have Paula, at lovely Lake Lugano :
http://bopaula.wordpress.com/2014/05/26/a-walk-around-a-lake-for-jo/
Then Sue, slightly crazy in Calgary! :
http://traveltalesoflife.com/2014/05/26/hazards-of-spring-running-beavers-geese-and-killer-bunnies/
And Drake, in the serenity of Samso :
http://ledrakenoir.wordpress.com/2014/05/27/sunshine-walking/
Cardinal is in Jerusalem- a place I’d love to visit! :
http://artishorseshit.wordpress.com/2014/05/26/elephant-0987/
http://cardinalguzman.wordpress.com/2014/06/02/follow-the-arrow/
Beautiful and British, stately homes with Elaine :
http://elainemcnulty.wordpress.com/2014/05/27/woburn-abbey-deer-park-and-gardens/
Pauline takes us ‘down under’ :
http://pommepal.wordpress.com/2014/05/27/mullewa-meander-walking-with-jo/
And Jude, in leafy green Ludlow :
http://smallbluegreenwords.wordpress.com/2014/05/28/priors-halton-loop/
And from this week’s walkers, we have Paula again, feeling energetic in London, this time :
http://bopaula.wordpress.com/2014/06/02/first-impressions-of-london/
And Drake is taking me to the cemetery. But don’t worry, it’s by a lovely route! :
http://ledrakenoir.wordpress.com/2014/06/02/the-shade-of-the-history/
If you’ve ever wanted to see the fabulous Lost gardens of Heligan, Jude has the shots! :
I’m blessed this week. My travelling Australian friend, Christine, has joined in from the Alpujarras in Spain :
http://dadirridreaming.wordpress.com/2014/06/03/walk-around-berchules/
Yvette can tell you all about olive oil! :
http://priorhouse.wordpress.com/2014/06/03/monday-walk-with-jo-olive-oil-and-flower-walk-by/
And wow! I am so honoured. Madhu has been walking in Bologna, in the rain too! :
http://theurgetowander.com/2014/06/02/bologna-a-walk-in-the-rain/
Happy walking folks! Take care till next time.
But it will take me a while to forget my boatman
And the astounding scenery
In the Dunajec Gorge
You might have seen my river rafting post yesterday. I had the best time! And looking back I have so many more lovely memories from Poland, and that’s not even including the wedding.
I loved the flower stalls at Borek Falecki market
And there’s always something to see in the Rynek
Like a horse and pretty lady, who’s all set to go
Cafe culture in the arcades of the Sukiennice
And I can’t leave without one last piece of Polish cake
I still have a few memories to share some day, but later this week I’m heading to the Algarve and you know I’ll bring a pocketful of memories back. The laptop won’t be coming with me. It’s in very poor health at the moment and needs a little expert attention. The camera will, of course, but I haven’t used it since an unfortunate episode on Monday. Wish me luck with that.
I won’t be here for Six word Saturday next week but I’m pretty sure I’ll find you all the following one. Meantime, don’t forget to visit Cate at Show My Face to read this week’s posts. And, most of all, enjoy your Saturday!
The start point at Smorowce Nizne
Finally I reach the river rafting post, one of the highlights of my recent visit to Poland. I think it fits quite well with Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge : Water. It’s a subject that I love, though you might have to excuse the odd mountain creeping into the background.
Here come the rafts
And the experienced oarsman, of course
And off we go!
The rafts have one older oarsman in the front, poleing skilfully and doing the commentary (po Polsku, of course!) while a younger model provides strength and endurance at the back. We are very lucky with the day and the water is serene and calm.
A flat expanse of sunny water
We pass by the village of Cerveny Klastor (Red Monastery), in Slovakia
With Trzy Korony (Three Peaks) visible on the Polish side
Under the bridge- don’t forget to wave!
Can you see the peaks of the Tatry Mountains in the distance?
We round a bend and the terrain changes completely
For a while the boatman can sit and chat
And a party of school children are delighted to overtake us!
The scenery is lush and green
Dwarfing us sometimes
And, naturally, I get my bum wet in some of the faster eddies!
But all too soon the journey ends and we are pulling in to shore
I hope you enjoyed my watery journey. It took about 2 hours through the Dunajec Gorge, and ended up back at Szczawnica, where I was staying. If you ever have the opportunity to go there, don’t hesitate.
But first you need to visit Cee, and have a little more fun with water.
A haunted castle?
In broad daylight, with the sun beaming down, I was not at all aware that I was approaching a haunted castle. Yet the setting for Niedzica Castle was well nigh perfect.
Perched high on a cliff above the Dunajec River, for centuries this castle was a border post with Hungary. Erected around 1325, the castle changed hands numerous times but the owners remained Hungarian right up to the middle of World War II. In 1412 it was the venue for a loan from Hungary to the Polish king, using 16 Spis (towns in the region of Slovakia) as collateral. The towns had to be returned once the loan was repaid. The last Hungarian countess left with her children in 1943, just two years before the arrival of the Red Army.
The castle on its lofty promontory
The courtyard clock
Curves in the courtyard
Climbing the stairs to the battlements
Looking down on the curvaceous roofs
They are quite fascinating, these roofs, aren’t they, and I have been trying to establish their exact purpose. My husband insists that they are built that way to prevent snow lingering on them, and he may well be correct. His basis for thinking so is a programme we watched about Yellowstone, where roofs had to be cleared by hand to remove the weight of the snow. I haven’t been able to find evidence, so I’ll just say that he’s usually right.
A little history!
Furnishings bring the castle to life
With warm drapes around the bed
The faded lithograph looks creepy indeed!
And so we come to the ghost story. One of the castle’s many owners, Sebastian Berzeviczy, travelled to the New World in the 18th century. Legend has it that he fell in love with an Inca princess. Their daughter, Umina, married one of the Incan rebels who was subsequently executed by the Spanish. Umina fled to Niedzica with her son and father, allegedly taking with them some sacred scrolls and Inca treasure. Umina was later murdered outside the castle, presumably by a treasure hunter. She now roams the castle as the “White Lady” to protect her gold. The castle has 35 suites so, if you fancy a little ghost hunting, it could be a good place to stay.
Time to get out on the battlements for a little fresh air!
The views are breathtaking
Looking down on a forest of chimneys
And out across Lake Czorsztyn
In 1994 the lake was dammed downstream of the castle, creating an artificial reservoir, Lake Czorsztyn. The castle now stands approximately 30 metres above the upper water level. Stalls alongside the dam sell grilled smoked cheese for a snack, or to take away, with local honey and crafts. The smells are so appetising!
Looking out across the dam
Can you see the snowy peaks in the distance?
Beside the lake all is calm, with the ruins of Czorsztyn over the water
You may remember that I was across the lake at Czorsztyn Castle in my Tatry Mountains post.
The fortress was renovated almost every time it changed hands, but the final reconstruction was completed by the Polish Ministry of Culture in 1963. It has served as a historical museum ever since.
So, what did you think of Niedzica? Will you be checking in any time soon? I know that my friend Paula loves the mountain scenery and I would like to share this on her Thursday’s Special. I hope she’ll approve. I’m off there next to see what’s special about Thursday this week. Come with me, won’t you?
Love them or hate them, you can’t ignore a windmill!
Even a very traditional one
This year, blossom is everywhere
The goslings seem to be thriving
And tulips rule!
Irises are exotic
Wisteria form lovely curtains of lace
Lilac is fragrant
And white blossom scintillates!
On the Moors, flamboyant grasses wave
And in my own garden, something pretty appears
Despite my head still being full of visions of Poland, my days are spent gazing at a very English landscape. Already this year I’ve had breakfast in the garden, one of my favourite aspects of Summer. It’s still only May, and a Bank Holiday weekend, so I shouldn’t be too despondent if the rain has arrived. There’s still plenty of promise, don’t you think?
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The snow capped Tatry Mountains, seen from Lake Czorsztyn
Mountains and water are, for me, a pretty irresistible combination. On my recent visit to Poland, this is as near as I got to the Tatry Mountain range, but what a magnificent backdrop they make!
Situated to the south of Kraków, they form a natural border with Slovakia, and are the highest mountain range in the Carpathians. At 2499 metres Rysy is the highest peak on the Polish side of the range. Zakopane is regarded as the ‘winter capital of Poland’ but is a highly popular destination for hiking in summertime too. I was lucky enough to be there for Silver Wedding celebrations in 2009 and Z is for Zgorzelec and Zakopane tells that story.
This post will take a very different path, and includes a ferry crossing on Lake Czorsztyn.
Imagine this view from your garden!
And the ruins of Czorsztyn Castle at the bottom of your street
On our trip to the Pieniny Mountain range, much lower than the Tatrys, we passed alongside of the lake and I gazed in awe at the spectacle beyond. I knew that if it were at all possible I would be back for a closer look. And so my return to Kraków was by a very roundabout route.
To the gondolas? Or the castle?
The castle first, of course
And then the boat
The Tatras, as they are known in English (Tatry is the Polish plural) sit tantalisingly out of reach but ever present on the horizon.
Looking out across the lake, I can just see the tips!
And then we’re off, in search of another castle!
Majestic Niedzica Castle this time, and not just a ruin
Another castle sign (and a tractor in the background)
I won’t attempt to show you around the castle, because I think it deserves a post of its own. But I will give you a couple of views from the battlements, to tempt you back.
This one looks down on the sturdy dam, blocking off the lake to the east
While this is my favourite, of the castle rooftops
And for the foodies among you, some typical Polish ‘fayre’
I had Pierogi z jagodami and delicious it was!
We were assisted in our enterprise by a very charming couple from Warsaw, who observed me struggling with the language and the bus timetables. They had been to the area a number of times and were off on a hiking expedition to Trzy Korony (Three Crowns). It would have been very tempting to join them, but instead they ensured that we were dropped at the right spot and pointed in the direction of the lake.
They also suggested that we might find a bus connection from Niedzica directly back to Kraków, which we did, instead of returning across the lake. But not before sampling some typical mountain food- filling but delicious pierogi or dumplings, at “Karczma Hajdur” restaurant, by the lake. I can highly recommend it!
Just one last shot of the Tatry Mountains, taken on another expedition, on the River Dunajec.
The Tatry Mountains seen from the Dunajec River
I’m going to be a little ambitious and link this to three different challenges. For some time I’ve been trying to complete my Personal A-Z of Poland and this is yet another step in that direction. Many thanks to Julie Dawn Fox for setting me on the path. I’ve also been joining Frizz whenever I can. This week he’s Tagged T, which just happens to be a perfect fit. He’s another very kind host, so do visit and take a look around.
I’m sure most of you know Cee. She’s a legend in the world of photo challenges. I have joined in on her Which Way challenge in the past but have struggled to find the time lately, so I’m hoping she won’t mind “sharing me”. Cee loves directions and signposts in her challenge, and wherever I go now, I find myself snapping away every time I see a sign. It’s addictive!
So there you are! I hope you’ll find the time to join in on one of them, while I think about where you might like to go next. 
The spires of Bielany monastery, above the tree line
Every time we drive out to Balice, Kraków’s airport, I can’t help but look skywards at Bielany monastery, high above the tree tops. On the last day of my recent visit, I finally achieved my ambition to see it up close. Well- the outing didn’t go quite to plan!
If you saw my Six word Saturday you’ll know that the day started damp and drizzly but, undeterred, my cousin Adam drove us out to the Las Wolski woods and deposited us there. My rainproof jacket was about to be tested again.
A long sweep of pebbly drive carried us upwards through dense greenery and opened out at a large car parking area. We had reached the zoo! At 10 in the morning nobody much was about- just one inquisitive red squirrel, who didn’t stop to chat. We debated what to do while the weather cleared, and the zoo seemed a reasonable option.
The path through the woods
Zoological gardens!
I don’t know that I expected to find elephants in the woods
But the meerkats were keeping a sharp lookout
While the peacocks performed a merry dance
My out and out favourite was this shy fella
And his friends- messy eaters, aren’t they?
But great at posing!
The sun was breaking through in patches by the time we left the zoo. A map gave us a rough direction, so into the dappled sunlight and shade we went, full of hope. It was really just a case of follow your nose. At crossroads I always defer to Michael’s choice because I never get it right! It was a lovely woodland wander, but the clues were scarce.
Excuse the grafitti near Bielany! You are here?
Finding a clearing with a woodcutter busy at work, I dug into the phrase book for the Polish word for monastery- klasztor! It didn’t sound quite right, but the woodcutter wasn’t phased by a grinning idiot in the woods. He waved his saw in an uphill direction, which seemed to make sense. It definitely would be at the top of a hill.
And so it was! The sun was radiant by now and the photo opportunity had me skipping forward, camera at the ready.
The entrance to the monastery
Promising, isn’t it?
And in the doorway, even better!
The temptation was too great. By now, you know that Michael had retreated to a safe distance. He didn’t want to incur the wrath of the monks! A sign by the door gave the opening times, and it seemed the last tour was at 11.30. It was now 11.45! If only we’d walked faster, or not spent so long with those giraffes.
Tentatively, I rang the bell, and waited. And waited. No sound from behind the doors. Should I ring again? Michael’s expression, from far away, down the path, suggested not, but what the heck! I had my idiot English grin at the ready. Still- nothing! They must be deep in prayer within? I had to content myself with taking what photos I could from the grassy courtyard.
If only I could get closer!
It looked so intriguing!
But there was nothing else to do but make our way down to the road, and seek out a bus back to the centre. It was a glorious afternoon and we spent our final hours in Kraków by the river.
Arriving home at teatime, I explained our adventures to the family, to be greeted with hilarious laughter. It seems that the monastery is open to the public just one day in the year. And to men only! Next time perhaps I should do a little more research before my walk. But back in the UK, I found this link, on Wikipedia. Confused? Me too, but I hope you enjoyed the walk anyway.
I’ve been sharing Monday walks for a while now, and I love it! Can’t wait to see where you take me this week. You can post a link in the comments below or in the body of your post, whichever you like. And no, you don’t have to walk on a Monday! I will add your link to the bottom of my post next week so that everybody gets to see them all. Half the fun is sharing! Happy walking!
Here are last week’s walks :
Don’t miss Pauline’s scarecrow-
http://pommepal.wordpress.com/2014/05/12/a-walk-in-a-heritage-garden/
Or Yvette’s video-
http://priorhouse.wordpress.com/2014/05/12/monday-walk-with-jo-canal-walk-video/
And you just know you’ll get a lovely poem with Viv-
http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com/2014/05/15/blooming-bocage/
Meercats are so cute, aren’t they?
My last day in Kraków started rather damply. The plan was a woodland walk and, when we arrived, I was immediately captivated by a red squirrel. He, though, was quite determined to evade me and disappeared through a fence. The woods were, coincidentally, situated next to Kraków zoo, and I surmised that I might find more red squirrels inside. Looking through the gate, I decided that a visit might be worthwhile. The flowerbeds alone looked rather beautiful. So- in we went!
See what I mean? The rhododendrons were gorgeous!
The kookaburra was one of my favourites of the captive species
But this guy seemed determined to vie with the flowers
When he treated us to this display!
The pelicans seemed more intent on personal grooming
And nothing was going to compete with these rain dropped beauties!
But for adorable, these guys got my vote
And antelope can always make me smile!
You know what I didn’t find, though? Not even a single red squirrel. Maybe the roaring of the lion scared them off! So I settled for more rhododendrons. Well, they are my favourite plant!
Aren’t they lovely?
I’m never too sure about zoos, though I know some of them do great conservation work. I hate to see big cats caged, and the noise coming from the single beautiful lion indicated that he felt the same way too. Paula was at the zoo in Zagreb earlier this week. Why not ask her what she thinks?
Then you need to pay a visit to Cate at Show My Face. She’s our generous hostess for Six word Saturday. Are you going to play?
restlessjo 
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