Showing posts with label rucksack. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rucksack. Show all posts

Thursday, 6 August 2009

The ups and downs of the caped crusader...

It wasn't sunny by a long shot, but at least it wasn't raining. It's been a crap summer AGAIN. You just don't know what to expect when you go out. You may start the day in a T-shirt, find yourself battling a storm by lunchtime, and then sweltering in tropical humidity all afternoon.
Anyway, the environment had stabilised sufficiently to risk going out for a walk. I headed off north west to the hill known as The Wrekin. I decided to give the easy path to the summit a miss and elected to take a more direct route straight up the steep section through the woods. The gravity was particularly strong that day (that's my excuse, and I'm sticking to it), and a 12kg rucksack packed to cope with every eventuality probably didn't help, but I found it hard going.
By the time I'd reached the top, I was completely knackered. I lay motionless on the rocks until I'd recovered, only to realise that the resident crows had gathered around me, hoping that I'd died and they were in for a mighty meal. Not wanting to disappoint them I shared some of my picnic. They repaid me with some ariel acrobatics, soaring and skiffling in the increasing wind.
A Peregrine Falcon put in a brief appearance, but not for long enough for me to grab a photo. I've never seen a bird move so fast, pull such G's, or dive in such a death defying way... incredible.

Much recovered, I donned my picnic blanket as a cape (capes are making a comeback) and strode off against the now gale force winds.


The path of choice was steep and direct, and I soon found myself at the bottom. I stood up and made my way back to the car.



Exploring some twisting country lanes, I came across the towns of Coalbrookdale and Ironbridge. This area is known as the birthplace of the 'Industrial Revolution'.




The whole area is bathed in history. Everywhere you look there is some legacy of invention. The famous bridge built over the River Severn (completed in 1781) was designed by Abraham Darby III. It was the first arch bridge in the world to be made out of cast iron, a material which was previously far too expensive to use for large structures. The Darby family developed advances in smelting that allowed cheaper and higher quality casting as demonstrated by the amazing way this bridge is slotted together using mortise and tenon, and dovetail joints.





These new smelting and casting processes allowed almost anything to be produced and led the way for machines to move forward, and outwards across the world.
You realise how dedicated the town was to this newly invented industry when you see that even the kerb stones were made of metal.
I clambered into my new fangled metal perambulation engine, and headed for home...






Tuesday, 20 March 2007

A new blog, and I'm not sure what to do with it...

I like the outdoors,Love to go exploring by kayak,


Hanging in the woods in my hiking hammock,


I've always got my old faithful brick of a camcorder with me,




A rucksack of obscure equipment (although not always this big) goes with me everywhere!



I have bolt holes tucked away in the woods for whenever the weather turns bad.






Sometimes Jenny comes too.






Another silly project. Go into the woods armed with a knife & axe and see if you can build a fully functioning canoe out of birch saplings! I've not had much service out of this particular vessel!






I always look forward to Jons surfing trips.









Never miss an opportunity to hang out with my mates,









But I don't know what direction to go with this blog...Welcome to the Perambulations of "Barkfoot"...