Wednesday, 8 July 2020

Parking by a Puddle

When there isn't as lot of water in a particular area during the summer it's worth parking close to a puddle and just waiting to see what comes to have a drink or a bath.  This one is in the Sunk Island area.  The sensible thing is to try and not get noticed, not just by the birds, but by humans too.  I went back today, and the farmer had filled in the puddle by dumping sand on that precise spot.  Hopefully, all the birds will find another puddle not too far away!
Male Yellow Wagtail 
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 Record shot of Yellow Wagtail in Flight
 Male Yellow Wagtail
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 Male Linnet
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Meadow Pipit 
 Goldfinch
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Sand Martins 
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All descending Skylarks (c) 2020 Jane Robinson
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Skylark disappearing 
 Silver-Y
 Willow Beauty Family Member
 Dun-bar

 Marbled Coronet?

 Rivand Wave
 Emerald Moth Species

 Peppered Moth
Peppered moth - melanistic version from 2009
Chafer Species
 Chafer Species

And now for some moths in the Willerby area 
All remaining moth photos (c) 2020 Jane Robinson
Swallow-tail
 Blood-Vein
Yellow Shell 
 Small Magpie
White Anania perlucidalis 
 Willow Beauty
 White beauty?
 Treble Lines
 Bee Moth?
Pug Species

Barred Hook-Tip
 Scalloped Oak




Tuesday, 7 July 2020

Wet Tolkien Connections

Yesterday I went on a fruitless quest to find two young White-tailed Sea Eagles allegedly hiding out on the North York Moors.  I didn't find them, perhaps they were away on other errands on behalf of Manwë.  However, on the journey I did pass a few Tolkienesque sign-posts.
Welcome to Wetwang, shame about the modern sign 
Several miles beyond Beverley heading north the road climbs up an incline before reaching a village on a high ridge - this is Wetwang.  When you leave the same village by heading north again towards Malton you once more plunge down, so this village stands proud from the surrounding area on both its northern and southern aspects.  The village is on chalk, so in addition to sheer sides which quickly helps drain away any rainfall, the precipitation also seeps swiftly through the chalk.  So, rather ironically, despite its name, Wetwang is one of the driest villages on the Yorkshire Wolds.  Of course, in The Lord of the Rings Wetwang or Nindalf is a wetland area on the approach to Mordor from the Emyn Muil.  Tolkien is known to have had an interest in Yorkshire place-names, but he may have come closer to Wetwang than seeing the name on a map or in a list of Yorkshire place-names.  Wetwang used to be a station on the rail network, so Tolkien may have passed this way on his family holidays from Leeds University on the way to Filey.
The only wet place in Wetwang

One of the two possible derivations of the name Wetwang is simply the far too obvious ‘wet field’, but in his excellent new book, The Worlds of J.R.R. Tolkien, John Garth points out that “the dry-as-dust origin for Wetwang seems to be a Norse legal term for a ‘field of summons for the trial of an action’ [p.109.]”.  Tolkien may have even been making a joke.  His version was correcting a wrong in the real world.  Wetwang SHOULD have meant a wet field, and in the world he created it could and did!
Hobbit-sized Sign to damp area of The Shire

Carrying on in a northerly direction, and not too far out of Malton I passed signposts to first Low and shortly afterwards High Marishes.  Of course the Marish was a low-lying boggy area of the eastern Shire.  On investigation Low and High Marishes seemed to be tiny Hamlets without welcoming village signs, but once I drove past the almost non-existent villages of well-scattered farmsteads I discovered a sign pointing back to them!  One of the buildings I drove past displayed architectural features which showed it must have once been a railway building.  I need to check railway routes to see if Tolkien could have left Leeds for Filey in the early 1920s and passed the Marishes, or did he pass them when he visited Whitby in 1910, or on the way from Harrogate to Holderness in April 1917?    Alternatively, did Tolkien just place an “i” in the middle of marsh to invent a suitably hobbity name for a damp part of the Shire?