Been a little busy since I took this but kept on meaning to put it up. It's not really that great but could add to by Chainsaws collection. I'm not sure how relevant the chainsaws thing is really because I think I started calling them chainsaw art because the first one I saw was made with a chainsaw, however the more I look at them the more I doubt that premise.
This little chap is in in Didsbury and in in Didsbury park to be honest, which is a little less interesting than Granada Park in Denton, or perhaps it's more interesting, it's really a close race there. Anyway, I was so tired tonight I was going to forget it but since I didn't want to disappoint I decided to put it up.
The tiredness came from the Great Cycle Manchester. My training for this even consisted of two months of flying twice a week, drinking a lot, eating restaurant food every night and not cycling. I may have slipped with my training, two weeks cheated and I didn't fly or eat restaurant food, but I held strong on the no cycle rule. You would have been impressed with my resolve. I was less than impressed with the results. I completed 26 miles in 1 hour and 27 minutes which was rubbish, after all that junk and lack of training I was only 8 minutes over my last time where I was cycling 10 miles a day for. So tell me now... why should I bother?
It's back to the carvings collection on a trip out to Tatton Park. After a cycle to Blackpool for the British Heart Foundation last weekend, this weekend was all about relaxation. So off to Tatton we went mainly to go to the farm which as you may know if you read this blog at all then as usual I have come away with a stock photo of a pig. If you don't believe me just type pig into the search box and see what happens... hmm I just did that, ti didn't seem too bad. OK the number of pictures I have isn't the problem, it's the fact that so many people click through from google after a search for pigs, and not just in English either.
Anyway this is a pig picture with a difference in that they pigs are wooden. What's quite interesting is that I also got a nearly identical picture of real pigs, it was uncanny. Anyway I liked the pic with the light and the sky behind (which is the way I planned it) as well as the fact that it's just quite a nice carving.
So what do you do on Father's day? Well you just follow what everyone else wants to do as with every other weekend to be honest. So off we went to Tatton Park despite the Touring Cars being on TV and despite the fact that I just don't like mazes I was the dupe who accompanied my Daughter in the maze because my Wife wanted to have a lie down. I have a horrible feeling that we got this the wrong way round.
To be honest there was nothing to take pictures of in Tatton, the light was bad and even the promising pictures just looked cluttered, but perhaps that's just the feeling I had today after far a late night last night. The Japanese garden looked picturesque but again there were OK pictures but they all looked a little cluttered from the outside because you can't go in, so I too a snap to add to my wood carving collection. Oh and I forgot to say that this is in the middle of the maze, not sure if this makes you more or less inclined to get there.
Just a little bit like Wood Face but this one is of a Green Man which is of course a legend with a common theme of life, death and rebirth (yeah I copied the last bit). This is back at Crich Tramway Museum.
So of course this weekend had nothing in store as far as pictures are concerned, nothing more than the Trafford Centre and Mothers Day and neither were photo opportunities. Perhaps next weekend.
Another busy day driving from one place to another. This time just off the Mersey where there was a bleachworks. In fact I think from the map that was there the bleachworks would have been on top of us. Now a trading estate it's a little different and there are information boards around to explain the transition. I assume the cleaning up of the Mersey is why we have this sculpture to suggest that it's now repopulated with fish.
From here we headed off for more adventure. Off to Marie Louise Gardens. I think we took longer getting there than we did going round it. A small plot absolutely full of squirrels. When I say full I mean really full of these not so timid creatures. Despite this they moved rather too quick to get a really good picture in the light. I did at one point think they were taunting me. I was just getting one into focus that had come right up to me (which was a problem because the focus was far away) and as I was getting the little blighter into focus he sat up as if saying “Here I am” just for me to get him right and then he was suddenly gone and then click... sod it. Even when they were sat in a tree getting annoyed all still I had a hard time with the light and me being rubbish.
For those or you who wish to get really close to your feathered (well not really) friend without having to get in a hide and stay very still for ages then this is the bird for you. Proving that I know nothing about birds. This Falcon is in Bramhall Hall gardens just near the back (or is it the front) of the hall. An archive picture of course because I have been so busy, this is just a tester of the poor quality pictures I'll be able to tantalize you with when I have time.
After a bit of an unsuccessful day in many respects, here's another one of those chainsaw sculptures that seem to be popping up everywhere. This one isn't as good as the others, but the picture probably doesn't help because the camera had problems with the sun in the background.
The problem today started with the fact there are two Walton Halls and my GPS only knows about one of them and you can already guess whether it was the right one. So after travelling in the right direction for a while, I assumed that the strange diversion was just me not really knowing where Walton Hall was. As we approached Liverpool I realised that this was all going wrong. A quick check on the web got me the correct post code and so we were back retracing our steps back to just outside Warrington. Whilst it's a wee bit small and there's not a great deal there we did spend a bit walking around the gardens and then spent much longer watching my Daughter fail to play mini golf.
Blimey I should almost make this a feature of the site with this the third in the line of Chainsaw Wood carvings but then again perhaps they aren't made using chainsaws, it's only my assumption. So on this feature called “When Chainsaws Turn Good” -hmmm not that catchy, I'll never get a spot writing programmes for Channel Five- here's another carving.
This little gem is from Heaton Park. I'd have personally liked something more imaginative than a face but who am I to judge, I have never carved one of these things. It did take a few moments for me to find the thing after it was pointed out. It was a bit of “Oh look over there at that face carved in the tree”, so I started looking half way up a tree with leaves so of course I stupidly asked “What tree and where”. After a few minutes being told that “it was a tree and a face” someone actually pointed to the ground and it was obvious really.
With no time this weekend we were coming back from the bike shop with my broken bike (well not too broken) I remembered an owl that I wanted to take a picture of, so I had to hop out and take a picture. Of course just like the the Squirrel this too has been carved from a tree trunk.
It's less impressive but it's a better picture that makes is feel better and it even tells you that it's East Victoria Park as if Victoria Park is big enough to have an East, West, North and South.
I decided not to see the the Uboat that has been moved to Liverpool from Birkenhead, thinking that it would be too far as I was feeling a little tired, so I left it to my Wife for advice. I wish I'd have just gone for my first instinct and gone to Liverpool and be done with it. Quite a lot of driving would have been saved and half a tank of petrol too.
So we headed out on the motorway towards the M62. Approaching the turn-off for Heaton Park she started looking for Abbeydale Industrial Village on the GPS. As soon as this was keyed in we were back on our way home because we were going in the wrong direction completely. So after a long drive there we found it closed for winter. Not wishing to be defeated I looked at the GPS to look for the nearest thing of interest and it came up with Revolution House Museum. With no idea what it was we set out. A while later we were in the vicinity but either we couldn't find it, or it too was closed. So since we were hungry we headed for The Fox Hall, a huge and nice looking pub for a rather late lunch. We saw it on the way to Abbydale but of course we were on a mission then and now we had time on our hands. On the way to the pub my Wife saw a sign for Beauchief Abbey, so in a mad dash to salvage something out of the mammoth drive we followed the sign, only to find a golf course and a closed Abbey. So back on the trail for The Fox Hall
On entering we were intercepted (yes there was no greeting about it) by what looked to be Paul O'Grady's brother who said that there were no tables but we could be put on his list. Looking at his list I spied we were the 6th on it so not bad but could be better. My Wife asked how long we might have to wait (a pretty reasonable question I thought) only to be told that it depended on how long people took to eat... Uhh well yes Einstein. He did finally give us a 10-30 minute guess. He only offered this after he saw our stunned looks after his initial response and then we were offered to the bar. A pint later we left it and it's toilet of the year 2009. Back on the road again, this time heading for home.
Through Hope we started looking for a place to eat, expecting little because we were just expecting anything we found the The Poachers Arms and decided to stop. What a strange place... and that's not bad. It did look like we had just stumbled into someone's house that they had converted into a pub but forgot to remove some of their own stuff. A cross between a pub, front room and restaurant it's a nice change, and the food is good and fresh, it's not been sitting there under heat lamps and the like. Too much fish on the menu for my liking but hey that's just my own personal flaw, not their fault. One Addlestones Premium Cloudy Cider and a full stomach later (I should have had the rump steak, there was nothing wrong with the chicken but I was in a chip mood and steak would have gone down very well too, again my fault) we left for home.
So to the picture. On the way back we came back through Disley. On the way we passed Torkington Park to find the picture I have been trying to take for ages, but since there were nearly zero pictures today I had to hop out and take the snap. I think it's pretty impressive carved out of an old tree that I assume is still in the ground. I'll be disappointed if it were carved off site and planted but suspect that isn't the case, I saw someone on North West Tonight about the very same thing and if it is the same then it'll be all done with chainsaws.
So there we have it, hours and hours of driving to find a picture only 20-30 minutes away.