|Sorry its been a while since I have kept you updated on what Steve has been and is up to, hoping to rectify that quickly, lots has been happening and not all of it good. So, where do I start with this blog, apart from to say it wasnt quite the trip I thought I would be blogging about.|
|Everything started very normally on what was general election day in the UK. A trip to Derbyshire was planned to coincide with a talk Steve was giving to Sheffield RSPB. After a fairly uneventful journey up to Derbyshire we headed to Cromford Canal where Steve was hoping to find Little Grebe which happily he did He was lucky enough to see nest building and plenty of activity from the Grebe.|
I in the meantime decided to have a little wander along the canal on what was a fine day proving the stroll to be relaxing and very peaceful. Conscious of time passing by and Steve's impending talk, after a quick cup of tea we headed to the hotel which was in Rowsley.
The Peacock at Rowsley is a beautiful 17th century which has been a hotel since the 1830s and is part of the Haddon Estate. We were delighted to be upgraded from a superior room to one of the Peacock's special rooms, a suite containing its own sitting room, it was just a shame we couldn't enjoy it for longer. After a quick freshen up and change we headed towards what turned out to be central Sheffield albeit with what seemed like half the city who all appeared to be going to a very important football match in the city that evening. Once we had negotiated our way around Bramall Lane (roads closed, nightmare stuff) we finally arrived just in time for Steve to deliver his talk to the RSPB of Sheffield. Following a successful talk we managed to arive back at the hotel in time for a quick nightcap in the beautifully atmospheric bar, in which we were surprised to be the only customers.
It was only next morning after a fairly sleepless night watching the election coverage and a very enjoyable breakfast that things very quickly chnaged and ended up with me in Accident & Emergency in Chesterfield. I won't bore you with all the details suffice to say I suffered a seizure, but we can both honestly say that the day certainly didn't turn out to be the one either of us was expecting. Sadly this meant no further photography for Steve when we were finally discharged from hospital we headed straight to Northampton and bed for me.
As a postscript to this blog we were happy to return to Derbyshire a couple of weeks later so that Steve could enjoy some photography that he missed out on on our earlier trip. A couple of weeks saw the Little Grebe, where he had been photographing them previously, hatch one chick who I know Steve was pleased to capture pictures of riding on the back of mum/dad.