As a tribute to Margaret at looking for identity, who is the new hostess for Good Fences, I've found a few photos of European fences.
At a railway station somewhere between Inverness in Scotland and Bath, in England.
No fence could contain the glory of the beaches in the Outer Hebrides in Scotland
I'm afraid fences were the last thing on my mind when in mainland Europe, my head was turned by so many wondrous sights. The fences here near Hagia Sophia or the Blue Mosque, as it is popularly known, were purely accidental.
I've just returned from 10 days in Taranaki. My daughter took me to an old barn, just off the main road, very close to the small town of Inglewood. Don't know how I've not noticed it before as it's on a road I've travelled often to visit her friend, Donna and the magical Stanleigh Garden.
The first photo I took with my phone but I returned a few days later with the camera. Not that it made much difference.
No matter what angle I tried I couldn't capture it satisfactorily.
So I resorted to trying on the little old barn over the road.
And the couple in the paddock up the road. The spot in the sky above the right hand barn is a duck. If you look closely you will see a few more in the paddock with the cows.
I thought I could see pens inside this old shed and that makes me think this was once a shearing shed. I can't imagine that there was a natural "flow" for the sheep to enter the shed, unless there is a nice upward natural stock flow on the far side.
Todays fences were all found at the Bell Block Children's Bike Park. It is built on either side of the entrance way to the
cycle park, with a replica of a town on the right and a learning pad,
obstacle course and pump track on the left.
The town includes almost everything you would expect to find while
riding the streets, including traffic lights, a roundabout, railway
crossing, disabled car parks, pedestrian crossing and speed bumps, all
scaled down to 60 per cent of the original size.
Stopped at the lights
The learning pad
And, of course, when the little people decide they have mastered all the necessary skills they are keen to put them to the test on the big people's track.
With our stock grazing outdoors all year round, we don't have any call for large stock or grain barns. I think this photo tells the story of why so many barns have fallen into disrepair. The large plastic wrapped bales of hay don't require the same weather protection that the old fashioned much smaller bales did.
Other than the old and
falling down sheds I see, the majority of the barns around here are half
round barns. I don't think I'd ever seen one until I came to NZ years
ago but they are a common sight around New Zealand’s rural landscape.
The half round barns are commonly used for implement and hay storage but
are now often being utilised for calf rearing. They are made from
welded mild steel frames with treated timber purlins.
In an effort to rediscover my elusive blogging mojo, I've decided to accept the invitation of Tom, The Backroads Traveller and join The Barn Collective. Thanks, Tom. I like old sheds and barns and looking for ones I haven't yet photographed will at least get me looking around me with some interest again.
been suffering from mojo depletion which has left me with a very
unusual lack of interest in my camera or blogging. My mojo cup has been
down to the dregs and I'm determined to refill it one way or another.
It would appeal to my sense of the ridiculous if a few old sheds did the
I'm starting with the two old sheds I see whenever I go down the road. Although, to be honest, I haven't been looking with much interest lately. I have a feeling this next one which stands on a hill, quite some distance from the road, may have fallen into greater misrepair since I took this shot. I will stop and have a good look next time I go out.
In reasonably resent times the joke was that most travellers who
reached Taranaki had taken the wrong turn. That has been changing and will change in a big way now that Lonely Planet has decreed it the second best region in the world to visit.
Thanks to my daughter's decision to make Taranaki her home I've enjoyed more than my share of the Taranaki sights. My hope is that such recognition will not spoil the natural feel of the region and bring commercialism.
There's much more to Taranaki than the parts of it I love so much in my not so active years. For me, it's all about the mountain, lakes and the beaches.
a beach and the mountain
I'll be back down there in a couple of weeks and the mission this time is to get a mountain reflected in a lake shot. And, weather and my hips permitting, a Dawson Falls short walk. There is also a garden, right beside a beach that I've read about but not yet found.
Perhaps I will venture to a driftwood strewn beach:
Or an isolated cove amongst the cliffs:
I know for sure I will make several roadside stops to fire off a shot of the beautiful mountain.
Provided, of course, the mountain comes out to play.
While looking for something else I happened across this week's fence photo. It's taken looking over the hedge fence from the motel where I was staying in Bayeux, in Normandy, France. After I'd looked around a bit I discovered the stock yards belonged to a veterinary practice. They could have been in my back yard they looked so familiar.
Except here when I look in the other direction I don't see a magnificent cathedral, in this case the Notre Dame Cathedral which was consecrated in 1077 in the presence of William the Conquerer.
It has survived fires, pillaging, the Huguenot rebellions, the
French Revolution and even lightning. It sits very close to the coast and the beaches where the Allies landed in June, 1944. Although it suffered fourteen hits by
aerial bombs during the war, it did not collapse, but stood tall in an
otherwise flattened city. The twin spires are said to have been used as
an easily recognizable navigational landmark by Allied aircraft raiding
deeper into Germany in the later years of the war, which may be a reason
that the cathedral was not destroyed.
The kind owner of some black ewes and their cute lambs gave us permission to go onto her property to take photos. But once I got there I had eyes only for the shaggy goat. He was easily tempted over to the fence for a rub and some freshly pulled grass that Chris found for him.
I don't know if putting his head on this angle helped him to see us better. Maybe he was just striking a pose.
How he managed to see where he was going is a mystery but he was very sure footed.
A few more fences seen while I was in Taranaki recently. I was there for over three weeks but the mountain presented himself on five or six days only. On one of those days only his foothills were visible. Yes, he's definitely a he mountain and has his own legend.
The new Mangapouri Cemetery near New Plymouth has impressive entrance gates. There aren't any graves in there yet that I could see. Does that make it a virgin cemetery?