Continuing with the Rushden stuff
Finally having had a sufficiency of St Mary’s Church, mate and I saunter slowly across the way toward Hall Park, stopping only occasionally to grab the odd pic here and there. Goes without saying really.
Main entrance to the Park is gated and, it has to be confessed, didn’t look particularly exciting. But hey, it is a Park and there’s bound to be something worth snapping therein. Isn’t there?
Yeah, of course there is. Surely.
Making our entry we wander along the driveway a bit, crossing over a small bridge that’s spanning a brook.
And there, to either side of us…
Admittedly not very extensive woodland. Not stretching for miles an’ miles sort of thing. Not even a few miles. Measurable more in hundreds of yards prob’ly. But woodland nevertheless. And boy, what woodland!
Though the first thing that held our attention was that brook.
Super… apart from the litter, discarded shopping trolleys and the like.
Seems to me that whenever I’m off on my photo walkabouts I always manage somehow to stumble across an abundance of rubbish. And I’m not, for once, referring to my pics!
Why is this? What is it with people that they just chuck their trash around all over the place, without thought of others or even of their own surroundings? Worse than animals, the lot of them. Scum of the earth. Chavs prob’ly. If I had my way I’d… well, you don’t wanna know what I’d do to ’em. But it ain’t nice!
Well, this occasion I wasn’t really in the mood for taking pics of other peoples’ leavings so tried to ignore it all as best I could, though it proved mighty difficult sometimes.
Managing (eventually) to tear ourselves away from the attractions of the brook our attention then wanders to that of the woodland itself.
Two things strike me about it straight away… its peacefulness and its age.
I’ve no real idea how old the place actually is; how old the trees and stuff are sort of thing; but I just had the sense of great age.
And then there’s the peacefulness; a quiet tranquility, a sense of being completely apart from the mundane; a world of its own. A place you could easily visit just to settle down and meditate or something. Brilliant! This despite a relatively busy road being almost within a stone’s throw!
Another thing I really liked about it was its naturalness. No carefully planned and laid pathways such as there were in Salcey Forest that I visited a few weeks back. And in fact in far too many country parks and suchlike. They’re just too well managed. Yet another example of our species determined to control everything, and assert our will. Its all a load of bollocks really. Sometimes I think we just need to be put down.
Anyway, by appearance at least no planned planting of trees or other things. Everything seeming to be in a completely natural state, such paths as existed being those worn solely by the repeated passage of feet through undergrowth. Lovely!
We probably spent far more time there than its size warranted. And likely would have stayed longer still had not the urge to explore more of the Park seized us.
Back to the main driveway then… and what’s that we see peeking through the trees there?
Gotta be Rushden Hall.
Not a stately home as such, but an impressive structure nevertheless.
Don’t think anyone still resides there. Shame really, cos it looks the sort of place that needs to be lived in. And conjured up all sorts of strange and unfathomable thoughts/images in my mind.
So we have a mooch around its precincts a bit, doing the usual stunt of photographing from every conceivable angle (and some angles that prob’ly aren’t conceivable!) and once again I speculate how much t’other mate would absolutely love this place. And I’m gonna have a real whale of a time winding him up about what he’s missed. Heh heh.
Eventually we move on past the Hall to investigate what else lies further ahead.
Bunch of open parkland by the look of it. Certainly there’s a huge expanse of it facing the Hall, and little other on it to attract our attention than a quite interestingly shaped tree.
Move along a bit then and, after some sort of walled enclosure (a space we guess is set aside for the erection of marquees and things cos apparently the Hall can be hired for functions and stuff) guarded over by the now ubiquitous CCTV (curse this surveillance society we live in) we come to… a kid’s playing field!
Whereon is one of the most fascinating climbing frame type thingies I’ve ever seen. Gotta grab a few pics of that then. Particularly as mate decides to make a right silly arse of himself investigating its climbing potential.
The fascination with that particular game doesn’t last too long though so, grabbing yet more shots of the Hall as we return past it, we find ourselves back in the woodland. But this time on the other side of the driveway to that which we first explored.
And this side proves just as interesting… apart from a little sort of “hideaway” we found in amongst a small cluster of trees that smelled nose-pinchingly strongly of… er… CAT!!! Ugh!
And mate of course, inadvertently discovering the patch that reeked the most, just had to go and kneel in it, didn’t he.
Um… I think that’s how he discovered it actually. Heh heh.
A bit more casting around at random and we find ourselves back by the side of the little brook… t’other end of it this time. Where there’s some fascinating… er… grating.
(Did I just say “fascinating grating”? I must need my head seeing to.)
Following the brook’s course back toward the bridge we come across some fallen trunks and stuff, tree stumps, and fungus. Of which, naturally, we just have to take some pics.
The taking of which which brings us pretty close to the ground. Where we spy… a bumble bee!
Wow! Yippee! And similar such expressions of joy. Cos I do so love them little creatures. And I don’t have anywhere near enough pics of ’em. Nowhere near. Doubt I ever will have. Oh glee!
However, its not too long before it becomes apparent that this poor little fellah was ailing somewhat. Not moving very far, and not very fast. In fact, hardly at all. Lacking what you might call “buzz” sorta thing.
And I haven’t felt so bloody damned useless for a long long time. So cursedly inadequate.
Cos I really did wanna help him. To ease his suffering somehow. And I just didn’t know what the hell to do. Wanted to pick him up and comfort him, but guessed that if I attempted to it’d prob’ly distress him even more.
Then it occurred to me that maybe the proximity of our lenses was bothering him. Could he possibly be, in some sense, aware of them? So maybe the best thing we could do, given our total ignorance, would be to leave him in peace and let him deal with whatever was ailing him as best he could. Which is what we did. Cos we certainly weren’t equipped to help him dammit.
Sometimes I just hate my bloody uselessness. And this really was one of those times. Fortunately it doesn’t happen all that often. But it seems that in all the things that really matter I’m just totally incompetent… a virtual imbecile. It all sucks!
Mooch around a bit more then; grab a few more pics of… er… “stuff”; make friends with a rather boisterous pup; and find ourselves back at the bridge and the driveway out of the Park.
Sure, its not an especially big place, but full of interesting things. And, like so many places in the town (it would appear), one could easily spend a whole day there, not wanting to go anywhere else.
The complete set of Rushden Hall & Park pics is here on Flickr.