The Oil Cast Warrior, Rufford Park, Nottinghamshire, October 22nd 2015

There are two seven foot Oil Cast Warriors in existence, sculptured by Oklahoma born artist, Jay O’Meilia. They commemorate the American oil workers who contributed so much to the war effort in the 1940s when the United Kingdom was desperately short of oil due to the remorseless attacks on Allied shipping by the German submarines. One bronze statue is in Ardmore, Oklahoma, the second in Rufford Park, Nottinghamshire.


By the end of the war more than 3.5 million barrels of crude oil had been pumped from the soil of Nottinghamshire by 42 "roughnecks" from the USA together with British crews. One derrickman, Herman Douthit, fell to his death from a rig and was buried with full military honours. These men contributed as much to the war effort as did the soldiers who fought and died. Oil was the life blood of war.


The story is almost a forgotten one and I admit it was new to me. But look at the detail in the sculpture, the cigarette packet in the breast pocket, the spanner wielded as it were a rifle, the rugged face, and authentic overalls used by the men. And were one not to know the story behind the sculpture, the striking impression it leaves compels attention.

 

Witch-hazels and Autumn Colour in my Front Garden, 20th October 2015

I returned home yesterday full of delight at the autumn colour on our travels only to realise how beautiful were the leaves on our witch-hazels. The first has a red flower, the second yellow. They give good value in autumn though they lose their leaves ever so quickly.





Nostell Priory on a Perfect Autumn Day, 20th October 2015

No days are more precious than late October ones when the sun shines and all is well with the world. I won't mention Keats' warnings about feeling that days will never cease. Nostell Priory was our very own this morning. First off was this display in the café that was due to be taken down seeing as their apple festival was over.

 
Autumn trees look best when the sun shines. 
 

 
 




One day I am going to write a book, "Gates What I Have Known".


And behind the gate, the herbaceous beds were fantastic for this time of year.









 

Ynys Llanddwyn or Llanddwyn Island, 30th October 2012

Ynys Llanddwyn or Llanddwyn Island is one of the loveliest places I have ever visited. Designated an Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty or, mundanely, an AONB. on the already ravishing Isle of Anglesey,  it is cut off from the mainland for up to six and a half hours at high tide.



The walk to the island with the view towards Snowdon over the Menai Straits is a bracing one if the wind is in one's face as it was here. The popularity of the place is belied by the absence of footprints in the virgin sand. Sand is fabulous to gaze at or play with but hard work to walk on. It's about a mile from the public car park to the island.




Dedicated to Dwynwen, Santes or Saint Dwynwen, the Welsh Patron Saint of lovers, this is just one of a number of secluded beaches on the island, not all of which is available for the public at times of breeding birds.










The lighthouse and pilot cottages are picturesque albeit no-one at all is available to serve that much needed sugar rich drink. No toilets either.




The island is made for walking, a circular tour awash with scenic views and tranquility.


And the paths are made from white seashells. Enchanting.

Friends of Hodsock Priory, Open Morning, 15th October 2015

Quite the tradition now to be invited to Hodsock Priory for an address by George Buchanan and a troop around the grounds.  There were so many of us the kitchen staff ran out of cake! George provided us with the latest news about the estate, most notable being that Hodsock was voted the best wedding venue of the year (the inaugural I Do Magazine's Wedding Awards 2015) in Yorkshire, Derbyshire and Nottinghamshire. They deserve it.
 
The Norman gate house has had its scaffolding taken down though newly discovered World War 2 asbestos denies it, as yet, from public access. Still, it looks a fine sight, as does the house itself as seen from across the lake.
 
 
 
The garden tour was a delight. I had hoped to see a show of the earliest narcissus imaginable, "Cedric Morris", but it was not to be, unlike last year's astonishing display. There was much to admire though. Fungi are always showy at this time of year, not least the Fly Agaric Fungi.
 

The management (George) has responded to concerns about dirty shoes at snowdrop time by having the paths properly drained and gravelled over. A big improvement.



We were much taken by the plant below and as the gardener had momentarily encountered a bout of amnesia, I can only guess this was a variety of Euphorbia, very much like the milii I encountered earlier in the year in the Canaries.


Autumn crocus, or to be exact, Colchicum autumnale, are a spectacular sight at this time of year and were all over the estate in a variety of colours and states of collapse. The day breeders produce a truly robust specimen ..........


The autumn lily, Nerine bowdenii, is a robust plant, surprisingly hardy for such a tropical looking bulb.


And asters ... The cool of autumn.






And my plant of the day, a variety of nerine, I guess, with strong dark stems and no droop, see above!


 

And remembering .....

Galanthus 'Mighty Atom'