Showing posts with label River Eden. Show all posts
Showing posts with label River Eden. Show all posts

Monday, April 14, 2014

Red squirrel in the Eden valley


Last week, when I was watching this delightful red squirrel feeding in a sycamore on the banks of the river Eden near Kirkby Stephen in Cumbria, I could see exactly why people find this species so much more attractive than their grey cousins, and also why they were so ruthlessly persecuted back in the 19th. and early 20th. century. 



Aside from their coat colour, magnificent tails and tufted ears, it's the sheer speed and agility of the native species that's particularly striking. In comparison, grey squirrels often look corpulent . Maybe that's more than a little due to the red's spartan diet of seeds, buds and bark, unlike grey's menu which includes more or less anything and everything, especially in urban areas where there's plenty to scavenge from waste bins. 


But in the past it was the red's liking for buds and bark that began its downfall. While I watched this one stripped bark off several branches and it was this kind of behaviour that led to intensive culling in the first half of the 20th. century, at the instigation of estate owners. The Highland Squirrel Club, formed in 1903, succeeded in exterminating 85,000 red squirrels over the next 30 years and that kind of persecution, together with habitat destruction, must have played a role in making the red squirrel population more vulnerable to the spread of their grey counterparts.





Friday, October 25, 2013

Viaducts


Yesterdays's Guardian Country Diary described a walk around the Cumbrian market town of Kirkby Stephen. All the pictures below enlarge if you double-click on them.


















This path out of the town takes you through the village of Hartley and then onto the disused South Durham and Lancashire Union Railway, where freight trains once hauled coal from the Durham coalfields and haematite ore from Cumbria across the notorious Stainmore Summit - the highest railway line in England. Now the section of the track bed that passes through Kirkby Stephen is a popular public footpath through wonderful scenery.


















The line and its viaducts was engineered by Sir Thomas Bouch and three of his fine viaducts, including the Merrigill viaduct and the Podgill viaduct (above), are now in the care of the Northern Viaducts Trust. They seem to be as sound as they were on the day that they were built, unlike Bouch's Tay bridge which collapsed, taking a train and 75 passengers with it and inspiring what is often described as the worst poem in the English language, The Tay Bridge Disaster by William McGonagall



















The line was originally single track but was eventually doubled - when you stand under the viaduct you can see where it was widened - the size of the blocks and their patterns of construction are different.



This is the view down from the Podgill viaduct into the valley cut by Ladthwaite beck, on a fine spring day earlier this year.


The viaduct casts an imposing shadow...


...... and provides a kestrel's-eye fine view to the north of distant Cumbrian fells, in between showers and rainbows.


















It's a shame that these rural railways have gone but the old track beds are a superb legacy, providing rural walks with gentle gradients that accessible to all.


Part of this route forms part of a poetry path, with verses carved into local sandstone and limestone at intervals along the route.

















This is the view towards the fells to the south as the path nears Kirkby Stephen.


At this point you can choose to walk on, to reach the finest of the three viaducts at Smardale Gill, or you can cross the river Eden where it forms a series of waterfalls at the Millenium Bridge.



















From there the route back into Kirkby Stephen follows foot-worn paths through farmland and woodland where you can sometimes see red squirrels and which have fine displays of wild flowers in spring.


The route back involves recrossing the river Eden at this point, where it's shallow and stony and is a perfect spot for watching dippers all year-round. There are often herons here too ....















... which is why the last of the twelve  poems carved in stone, on across three rocks, reads as follows:

"There sails the heron / drawing behind him a long / wake of solitude"

On cue, just as we reached these stones, a heron did indeed rise from the Eden further downstream.

You can find more information about the viaducts and footpath maps at the Northern Viaducts Trust website and also in their downloadable brochure