Helmshore: August Bank holiday weekend

Helmshore: August Bank holiday weekend

It was a weekend of contrasts in the weather. On Friday, I was wearing a jumper and considering flicking the heating on; on Monday we were sunbathing in the garden!

Whilst I was happy to wear my beautiful new fair isle jumper 🥰, it’s so wrong to be that cold in August!

I rooted out some frozen game on Friday, and cooked game cobbler. I also did a pan of lentil and bacon soup; both dishes seemed suited to the temperature. By Sunday, both lots of leftovers were in the freezer to wait for colder days 🤣 and we had the BBQ going and ice cream in the garden!

Game cobbler
Lentil & bacon soup

Walking around the valley with my camera, it was all about the Roe Deer. They are gathering for the autumn rut. The bucks in particular are not too bothered about me walking by with the dog, preferring to hold their positions from the other bucks, rather than run off as we approach.

Roe buck

The calves are still hanging around near their birthing place. Mum was nowhere to be seen, so it appears they are now ready to go solo!

This years roe deer calves

The garden was really busy on Monday; the butterflies were making the most of the sunshine and the last of the buddleia blooms. I caught these tortoiseshell and red admirals fluttering around.

Tortoise shell
Red admiral

The birds were a little timid at coming to the feeders whilst I was in the garden, but a few brave ones visited.

Blue tit
Great tit
Dunnock
Coal tit
Collared dove
Dunnock
Juvenile robin

As the evening approached, the local corvids started circling looking for a night roost. The flocks have grown significantly over the summer, with over 50 crows flying over the garden.

Later, a pair of kestrels danced in sky as the sun started to set on the long weekend.

Kestrels
Kestrel

Our next van adventure is a visit to Brotherswater in Patterdale, with a couple of Wainright walks planned.


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I’m Sal, a writer drawn to the quiet magic of the natural world. My blog gathers the moments that shape a week: the first light over the hills, the call of winter birds, a walk that becomes a memory. I write about landscapes, seasons, travel, and the gentle threads that connect us to place.

Most of these moments are shared with Pepper, my ever-enthusiastic companion, who reminds me daily that even the simplest walk can hold a little wonder. Together, we explore the magic tucked inside an ordinary life — the kind you only notice when you slow down, look closely, and let the world reveal itself one small moment at a time.

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