Continuing along through the Cumbrian countryside I left Calthwaite and headed back under the motorway and back up to the little village of Armathwaite, home to the Fox and Pheasant pub. A place I must admit I have spent many hours in eating fantastic pub fayre and drinking the odd real ale or two.
The colouring of the clock immediately suggested nineteenth century to me as it is a common thread among many Cumbrian churches of that period.
The clock was made, like many of the others, not only in Cumbria but throughout England by the Blaylock family of Longtown Cumbria.
Village clocks were considered a real bonus for villagers in an age where accurate timepieces were rare and expensive. It kept the village working as one, in synchronisation.
It fell into did-repair but was restored in 1999 in time (no pun intended) for the millennium.
The church of Christ and St Mary’s, pre-dates the hall by around 200 years, dating from 1660 when it was rebuilt by Richard Skelton of Armathwaite Castle from the remains of a previous chapel-of-ease which had fallen into disrepair on the site.
A beautiful church built into the steep hillside which overlooks the Eden valley is pretty much as it was when rebuilt. Its bell standing proudly atop in its wooden frame.
Being set into the hill allows visitors to walk up into the grounds behind for a view down onto the building and a wonderful viewpoint.
It was on my way out that I noticed this tree.
A rich light brown with branches looking almost like a poring handle on the side and small plants growing subtly up its lower areas.
The deep figuring on the bark just cried out to point the lens straight at it, zoom in tight and create an abstract which excited my eye the moment I saw it.
The knots looking almost like deep set eyes and the strips of bark seeming to layer one upon the other changing in colour and texture as the depth changes. Again the colour contrasted by the green of the ivy growing along the strips of bark below.
Camera, again, was the Olympus with the 14-42mm lens.
As the day wears on I’m beginning to like this little piece of kit more and more.