Category Archives: #Lancashire

Damson Days

Damson Days, a look at the ancient hedgerow fruit, its origins, uses and cultural history, including a simple recipe for a preserve

Cotton Chronicles, Kissing Shuttles

Shuttles are elegantly formed wooden tools used for weaving textiles, like cotton, on looms, they are usually manufactured from Dogwood, Cornel or Persimmon, all hardwoods which rarely splinter. Within a shuttle is a hollow which contains a hinged ‘shuttle peg’, upon this is mounted a ‘pirn’, basically a long thin reel or bobbin, around whichContinue reading “Cotton Chronicles, Kissing Shuttles”

Just a Little Thank-you

Hello everybody, I hope you’re all having a great weekend whatever you’re doing and finding some peace in what are undoubtably troublesome times. There’s not much to this post, I really just wanted to wish all of you the best and say thank-you for liking what I do. I’d also like to welcome everyone whoContinue reading “Just a Little Thank-you”

Northern Shores: The Knots of Morecambe Bay

The vast tidal estuary of Morecambe Bay is one of the most significant sites for birdlife in the British Isles, supporting over 240,000 birds annually. Among its most iconic avian visitors is the Knot, Calidris canutus, a small, stocky wading bird known for its remarkable migrations and mesmerising flock displays. A holarctic species, breeding inContinue reading “Northern Shores: The Knots of Morecambe Bay”

Padiham on Parade 2025

Here are some shots from Padiham on Parade 2025, we only had time for a flying visit so missed the main events and a lot of people had gone home by this time. To learn more about Padiham Town Hall see here: Padiham Town Hall For some shots of Padiham on Parade 2024 and 2023Continue reading “Padiham on Parade 2025”

Old Clitheroe, a Poem by Thomas Birch Dedicated to the Ancient Ribble valley Market Town

Old Clitheroe There’s a spot in Old England that’s still dear to me, On the banks of the Ribble that runs to the sea; In the shade of Old Pendle, whose summit I’ve trod, Ere a thought of its grandeur had entered my “nod.” I’ve traversed its meadows and pastures so green, In my wand’ringsContinue reading “Old Clitheroe, a Poem by Thomas Birch Dedicated to the Ancient Ribble valley Market Town”