Supplies of sunshine were mixed last summer; the warmest days of August featured rather a lot of cloud; since then there has been rather a lot of snow. Nonetheless, in a spirit of vicariously providing the pleasant sensation of carefully absorbing Vitamin D in warm still air (and in the absence of any Seasonal Area updates for rather a while), here are some sunny pictures taken over the last year.
A herd of cows demonstrate how to do it on the Malverns in an early bout of sunshine late in March 2017. They were in a particularly placid mood, and paid little attention to efforts to take their picture.
The North Hill of the Malverns, seen from the path that drops sharply down a valley into Great Malvern town centre. The North Hill is relatively quiet compared to the Worcestershire Beacon (behind camera) and makes a pleasant little extra loop at one end of a Malverns walk.
Mooching around Great Malvern station allows an opportunity to notice how the stark spring sunshine brings out the relief on the old canopy supports of this all-round attractive station – although the underside of the awning could do with a scrub-down and repaint. The metal leaves – looking rather like lupins – are almost more delicate that the original plants.
The Thames at Wallingford, imploring the passer-by to lean on the bridge awhile and watch the river drift by.
The view from Cholsey Churchyard, where Agatha Christie is buried, southwards towards the Great Western mainline. A hurrying train – beneath electrification masts marking that it is soon to be history – leaves behind a special peace and tranquillity on the flat fields around the Thames.
Sheffield Park station in Sussex, seen from the Greenwich Meridian. In the early evening of a late spring day, smoke wafts from the chimney of South Eastern & Chatham Railway No. 263 as she is watered before working the last train of the day north to East Grinstead.
East Grinstead, seen from 263’s train as it crosses the Imberhorne viaduct on the final approach to the town. The church tower is prominent amongst the leafy suburbia.
This scene failed to get into the “Trails from the Rails” walk of Bath to Avoncliff, which was already overloaded with photographs. It shows the Avon slowly moving through the trees past the village of Limpley Stoke.
Sunset over the hills by Cwm-lago, up above the Teme Valley (and the English/ Welsh border) on the block of hills that provide the source of the River Lugg. Sheep scuttle around the photographer at a judicious distance as the sun breaks through the clouds for the first time in several days.
A couple of miles north of Knighton and looking across a nameless pass, maybe five hundred yards east of Offa’s Dyke, at cottages and farmhouses hidden by a mix of trees. The meadows are lightly grazed by the local sheep populations. The valley off to the right falls to the scattered communities of Purlogue and New Invention.
A different sort of dozing as the sun rises through the clouds across Knucklas viaduct at 05:30, seen from the station while awaiting the first train.
Ludlow Castle, set against a clear blue sky in the middle of May on one of the hottest days of the year.
The old Southern Railway advertised “I’m taking an early holiday ‘cos I know summer comes soonest in the South” and painted their trains to match. In summer green with sunshine lettering, and summer heat burning off the exhaust, No. 925 Cheltenham rolls into Ropley station on the Mid-Hants Railway.
The Roman Villa at North Leigh, Oxfordshire (near Hanborough; nearest station is Combe) on a quiet July evening.
Pen Moel, a striking house set into the hillside above Chepstow by the Offa’s Dyke path and at the south end of the Wintour’s Leap cliffs, seen on a sunny evening that highlights its shapes and chimneys. It has been on the market for almost a year now, although regrettably beyond the price range of most of us.
Oldbury nuclear power station, seen across the Severn from the Offa’s Dyke path as it reaches the ridge of Dennel Hill. The dams of a tidal reservoir provided to give the power station an adequate water supply can be made out as dark lines on the pale blue of the river.
The River Severn at Arley – village to the right, old ferry crossing in the centre. Seen from the modern footbridge linking village to station.
No. 33108 chugs quietly to herself at Arley station with a scruffy rake of ballast hoppers in tow while the crew take a break in the August sunshine. The station featured in the TV comedy Oh Doctor Beeching, although with the addition of a terrace of houses and some substantial variations to the real-life layout of the building interior.
Hampton Loade station, as a train draws away towards Bridgnorth to the steady bark of its engine, briefly disturbing the peace.
More modern traction as a High Speed Train coasts past the Crofton Pumping Station on the Kennet & Avon Canal, reflected nicely in the water under the deep blue sky.
The pumping station, saved with the help of the late Tom Rolt, was in steam for a change. The gently drifting smoke plume from the chimney, standing tall in an otherwise rural area, gave a strangely relaxed and “all right with the world” air.
The sun permeates into the depths of Savernake Forest on the “Twelve o’clock Drive”, which runs due north through the wood from bottom left to top right. Savernake is quite a small Forest by forest standards – it is not a patch on the Dean – but nonetheless isn’t a bad place to potter around.
Ness Point is the easternmost point of the British mainland, and therefore is kept carefully tucked away in the corner of a Lowestoft industrial estate where nobody will ever go to look at it. A friend brought on this outing was distinctly unwilling to believe that northwards from Lowestoft station was indeed the correct direction of travel. The positive side is that it makes a very peaceful tourist attraction. The compass points to various locations of note, including several cities and the other three British “cardinal points” (Dunnet Head, the Lizard Point and Corrachadh Mor). Clouds begin to form and the air cools as August ends.
The mock castle at Durlston Head, south of Swanage, complete with mock sunflowers, makes a striking sight in the early September, early afternoon sun. The building has a certain squat handsomeness to it.
This steam locomotive also has a certain squat handsomeness as it dozes in the sun at Swanage station prior to working a train to Norden. The red bufferbeam nicely offsets the British Rail black livery.
Nailsworth is a charming small town – perhaps more a large post-industrial village – set near the head of a deep Cotswold valley south of Stroud. Its lovely railway is alas no more, having been converted into a cyclepath that is too stony to cycle on. A cluster of houses on the eastern side of the community are seen here pressed back into the hillside, facing into the Sun as it shines through a clear blue sky, beneath the trees towering above. October is almost past; the leaves are just starting to turn.
This is the view up the side of Widcombe, just outside Bath. Late November brings trees that have very definitely turned, but still beneath a clear blue sky that makes a certain pleasant contrast with the orange.
By mid-December the sky is still occasionally clear, but the weather is very definitely cold. The grey leaning tower of Caerphilly Castle, which fortress was otherwise restored at some expense by a Marquess of Bute, stands amongst the snow-capped peaks around the Rhymney Valley.