Thwart, Tabernacle, Taffrail

I may have mentioned once or twice that there's a new swing bridge in town on Scale Lane Statithe. Well to go with this Scale Lane itself has been given a makeover with seating and plants and these little inserts in the pavement highlighting parts of sailing ships.

So as you walk down this short stretch you go up the rigging of some tall ship, well anyway that's the idea, but I guess most people won't even know these things are there and will just walk over them. I did think the one below sounded painful until I looked up what it was.

 

Get stuck in!

At the end of a busy day the working man deserves nothing less than a hearty meal and an ice cold pint of the amber nectar. He might also like a little privacy and not have some prying person point a camera at him from a passing bus but, hey, you can't have everything.

The months just fly by these days and here's another one starting up which can only mean one thing: theme day at City Daily Photo where for want of anything better 'zest' was plucked out of the dictionary and flung down as a challenge. See who has been bold (or stupid) enough to take it up here.

Dogs (Fouling of L ....

Marina notice

It's a pity dogs can't read, I'm sure they'd be mightily amused by these warnings.

The weekend in black and white is here.

At the centre of things

Opposite the Deep

Weekend Reflections are here.

Stoneferry Blues

I posted about this bridge before (here) with an image that positively glowed with almost bucolic splendour. But this is a major river crossing with thousands of vehicles passing through this bottleneck each day so you know it's not really all sunshine and roses. In fact it's a little piece of hell if you happen to be on foot; noisy, polluted and impossible to cross over should you wish get to the other side of the road.

A green thought in a green shade

As I'm sitting here it's been raining more or less continuously for a day with another day's worth waiting to come in off the North Sea. Still if it didn't rain ever this place would soon disappear. The land around Driffield is pretty leaky with lots of springs where the rain that's percolated through the chalky Yorkshire Wolds spurts out. The Keld (from the Scandinavian/Viking for spring) is one such water hole that used to be part of a water powered mill. The whole area is now protected as part of the Millennium Greens project and is well worth searching out (it's not well sign posted).

Driffield Beck

"Lazing on a sunny afternoon ... "

A few years ago Charley abandoned his nice home and caring 'owners' two streets down to come and live in our garden and how could we refuse him? He's an expert ratter and catcher of mice but is prone to act the idiot at times hence his usual name of  Shanny (which means "daft as a brush" in Norfolk but check out the Urban dictionary definition here!).