Showing posts with label sutton park. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sutton park. Show all posts

Tuesday, 3 July 2007

A sunny interval!....

I gave Jenny a lift to work today, and as it was near Sutton Park and remarkably not raining, (It's rained pretty much everyday for over a month, wheres my summer?) I decided to go for a walk. I headed for this little tree overlooking Longmoor valley. It's quite open here, and when the weather's like this, likely to shower at anytime this fir makes a great regular bolt hole. Surveying the sky, I thought I'd venture further and ambled downhill, past the old world war 1 zig zag practice trenches and on to Rowtons Well.

Rowtons well is a natural spring. It is reputed to have been regularly used by the Romans who camped near here up on the hill. The wells waters were famous for curing 'inveterate, cutaneous and chronic ailments' in 1762. In Victorian days it was known for its purity and water was collected daily to be taken to Birmingham eye hospital. You can still see the rut marks left across one stretch of the moors from the wagon used. Ladies of the time believed it was good for the 'constitution' to bathe in its cold waters, and a flag pole was erected to warn when it was in use. The stream below this is full of wild watercress and was often taken by the locals to sell. Nowadays the water isn't so clean. I still use it to make a cup of tea while I'm out, but I give it a good boil first!


Further on I came across the old 'shooting butts'. This is where the targets were held up by soldiers hiding in the trench. This continued until well after the first world war, but ceased after complaints from members of the public suffering near misses!



This whole valley is rich with history. First world war prisoners of war were held here and discovered flint arrowheads, post holes and an ancient wooden trackway across the marshes while digging peat. The Romans built a road and a section of it has become encompassed in the park. When the Romans left, this road was ignored and not used by locals as it only went from one old fort to another and served no useful route. Because of the unique nature of the park, (given to the people of Sutton Coldfield in a Royal charter for use as agistment, pannage and estover etc) this area was never built on, and so the road survives intact. As you can see the road presents itself as a raised strip, proceeding straight as a die all the way to the still remaining fort at the village of Wall.




In some places the surface stones are still in place. 1600 years on and this is still a good dry track across the marshes of Longmoor and in better condition than some of the local modern roads!

To each side of this are lines of Sweet Chestnut trees. These were introduced by the Romans as a food source but were cultivated extensively in Sutton not only as food but for the wood which was particularly suitable for splitting into fencing pales. These fences were used to top the mounds above the ditches around the deer park and royal chase from the 1100's onwards.





I was uncertain what the weather had in mind, and the cows were being no help. Lying down is supposed to mean rain. Some were standing, some lying, one stood up (hooray, sunshine), but then lay down again (boo). I surmised rain with sunny intervals!








The railway line cuts straight across the northern part of the park. It should never have come this way, but was pushed through by surrounding rich land owners hoping to make a quick buck. The poorer locals were promised cheap coal, which did come, and then continued on past in order to supply the industrial revolution in nearby Birmingham!
I waited ages for a goods train to come so that I could take a photo, but nothing. As soon as I stood on the level crossing to take this shot I became paranoid that I was going to be run down.







On this side of the park there is a herd of wild ponies. They are the same breed as found on Exmoor. At weekends they hide away from people in the less accessible areas, but during the week they venture out closer to the fence line where the ground is dryer and the grass greener.








Sleepy and relaxed they let me get quite close. I love these chaps, their coats change season to season. In winter they go pretty fluffy and much darker.









You might think they're dozing, but they've always got an eye on you!










I ended the walk with a flask of coffee while swinging in my small hammock. Gosh I look severe in this photo.....I'm having fun, honestly!











Friday, 15 June 2007

Plantsbrooks revenge.....

This is Plantsbrook, a quiet babbling brook. It rises from springs in the acres of Sutton Park. Sparkling waters twist and turn via lakes and trickles giving joy to paddlers and wildlife alike. Once revered for its purity and worth, it has in recent times been abused and neglected. Storm drains wash pollution into its once crystal waters. It has been diverted, culverted and thrust underground like an unneeded nuisance. Its banks have been stripped of vegetation and its flood plains built on.
A dark stormy night, rain so heavy it strips branches off the trees... Swollen and troubled, the angry waters seek their revenge....

First in line, the leisure centre. Retribution for diverting Plantsbrook and spoiling it in a nasty culvert!


The last remaining pool grows rapidly transforming the surrounding woodland into something resembling mangroves.



"I will not be diverted". The stream reclaims its original course. Too bad if the developers built that house in the way! "I'm coming through!"




Plantsbrook forces its way through. The open garage door marks the passage of the current, and opposite a metal door buckles under the pressure. "I will not be stopped".





The series of lakes and water meadows on which the flats were built, live once again.






I'm sure he wished he'd paid heed to the sign!







Steal my picturesque banks and you'll pay the price!








An innocent bystander watches on and sympathises.
Heed the warning, the smallest trickle can become a torrent. Respect Plantsbrook and it will cool your feet on a hot day, lull you with its babbling while you daydream and rest your eyes with its calm beauty. Mistreat it and it will flood you out, wash you away and make you pay!!!









Sunday, 29 April 2007

"Lets go fly a kite..."

There is a brisk NE wind today. Perfect for kite flying, but no one seems keen to go. Maybe it has something to do with the injuries incurred last time! My arms are much better (I can get my hands up to comb my hair and everything), and my brothers back improved after a month or so! Never mind I'll go by myself....


I pack this away meticulously every time and yet it always re-emerges as if I'd just stuffed it in there!


That's better. Now it looks like a kite.....
...well, sort of a kite.



Okay, so maybe I didn't mention that it's a parachute.






When flying your parachute it is always wise to have an anchor. This may seem to be sufficient, but it isn't! When eventually it pulls free, it comes at your head like a guided missile (RUN!).









This is what you need! (Or possibly something even heavier!) Oh, and put it in gear and make sure the handbrake works, or you'll lose it.
Right, got everything you need? Big kite, lots of strong rope, carabiners, heavy object, spare pants. Off to the park then...




AT THE PARK...
Always check for low flying planes, we don't want another 'incident' do we?






These pictures are from the 'good old days' when people were happy to get their arms ripped off by powerful kites.
See, with lots of you it's up in no time (and you don't have to get dragged along by your foot either).




It's up! Going well, the car is jiggling about a bit, it's pulled a little toward the ditch, but I think we're okay...







Brother gets 'carried' away. It may have been at this point that his back problems started. No, look he's having fun...I think.
Is he laughing or crying?







Oh wow! This is fun, I'm flying..






Now not as much fun. My arms are coming off and it's getting higher." At what point do you let go?", "If I get too high I won't be able to let go!". Damn I should have thought all this through several seconds ago...







Pull the canopy collapse line...OW!
If my hand w
asn't caught up I'd have let go by now. Would have saved me being dragged all over the field. Those 'skid' marks are going to take some washing out! (from the grass, really your 'mucky' mind!)





ZZzzooOW!... The rope snaps and whistles past our heads. Just as well I wasn't still up in the air, or next s
top would have been 'Grimsby'!
The parachute makes a brief break for freedom but gently flutters down beside a rather surprised grazing cow!
Tired and slightly taller we head for home.
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