Tuesday, 18 February 2014

Sunday 16th February



 Something very different appeared today, the sun. Glorious sunshine bathed all of Biddisham lane for the whole day. The sky was the deepest cobalt blue fading to a hazy pastel shade. The sun was low and bright, the clouds were almost painted perfectly in the sky in fluffy wool white. It was a beautiful, beautiful day that we were all very grateful of.

It would have been silly to sit inside so we went on an extended walk of Biddisham lane, including the back drove which we think was the original road into Biddisham running from the church to Poplar farm.
The drove wasn't too swamped at right at the end we watched a hang-glider attempting a flight on Crooks Peak. There was quite an audience up there on the hill.

All the birds appeared to make the most of the sun, a great flock of starlings, egrets, ducks, swans, buzzards, etc. Everything came back to life just for one very special day.









The starlings









Tuesday, 11 February 2014

Tuesday 11th February



We were caught in another downpour this morning on our walk. Just had time to snap the sheeps sheltering in the shed squeezing behind the tractor. Very bleak today.

Monday, 10 February 2014

Monday 10th February 2014


The River Axe is swelling but thankfully still has plenty of space. Not sure what the fish do when all this water comes through but everything seems happy with moor hens still darting in and out of the banks.



Sunday 9th February, Afternoon



Yesterday was certainly changeable in the weather. We went from heavy hail storms and breaking of tree limbs to glorious sunshine and back again.



Balls of mistletoe hanging from the trees. 


The branches of the hedge are growing up as if it was Spring. 

A couple of fallen limbs from our largest poplar trees. 


Sunday, 9 February 2014

Sunday 9th February 2014

The Sky on this morning walk, we got caught in another hail shower. 

The Winter down here on Biddisham Lane was quiet and mild with nothing to dramatic to report. Now during the wettest Winter on record our hearts go out to the residents of the Somerset levels further South suffering with the overwhelming floods. We are incredibly thankful that the River Axe running along the road is flood controlled with gates at Bleadon and has been dredged/cleared by local farmers over the past few years.

The trees have held up well with just one fall on the road bringing down the telephone lines. Its amazing to see how they bend and flex with the wind to keep from falling.

The rain has been relentless over the weeks since Christmas with grey skies and mud, glorious mud.  The rare day of sunshine bought everyone out over Crooks Peak for walks and gliding off the hill.

Such mild weather has kept roses in bloom and now the snowdrops have popped up amongst daffodils that just need that spike of sunshine to flower. Even daisies are trying to cheer us up.

The animals are the ones having the most miserable of times, horses are having to be kept in along with the larger beasties to keep their feet dry and the land preserved.
The lucky native horses at the end of the road run out in such glee every morning really appreciating they have a higher dry field to stretch their legs in. Even the sheep are now looking a little soggy with the ground so easily turning to sludge coating their undersides a dip dyed black.

We hope the sunshine will come out soon but in meantime we'll do our best to enjoy the weather we can't do much about. It certainly makes a cup of tea taste all the better!

The River Axe under Crooks Peak

The fallen tree in the hedge, you can just see where the roots snapped.

Burr's along the road