Gloucestershire in pictures: Stunning skies and lavender fields
Golden hour: What a beautiful start to any day! This photo was taken at the start of the day this week at Berkeley by our weather watcher, SantaSusie. Nothing beats a sunny Gloucestershire morning, does it?
Among the wildflowers: What a stunning view at Cotswold Lavender. It is now peak season for them as visitors from all over the world come flooding in. They opened up early this year because of the heat. It meant that the lavender came out early so they had to get the gates open slightly earlier than normal.
One foot in front of the other: GWR colleagues have been walking up and down Gloucester train station's platform through the night in pairs to raise funds for Prostate Cancer UK and support colleagues living with the disease.
Clever work: This picture — taken by photographer Still Photo Malone — is essentially lots of photos stacked on top of each other, 217 photos to be exact, with a 30-second exposure on each.The photos were taken over a two hour period between midnight and 0200 BST at the Old Severn Railway Bridge.
Up in the clouds: This is how the Missing Link project is looking on the A417 - taken from a 1940s Boeing Stearman biplane by Martyn Carrington.The £460m scheme will end up being a three-mile dual carriageway between Gloucester and Cirencester.
Never enough: We are loving the sunrise photos this week. Look at this sky in Colesbourne earlier this week.
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Daily Mail
39 minutes ago
- Daily Mail
Homeowners forced to fork out tens of thousands after their £400k newbuild was left destroyed by extreme flooding
Homeowners living on an exclusive estate have gone to war with a housebuilding giant claiming poor drainage has left them with sunken gardens after every downpour. Families thought they had bought their dream homes with expansive views across the western fells of the Lake District but for those who now own a property on the Edgehill Park estate in Cumbria that dream has become a nightmare. Every time it rains water swamps their patios, almost lapping into the house in extreme cases and homeowners claim housebuilder Story Homes has failed to provide adequate drainage. One young family has been left so furious they staged a very visible protest outside the show home on the estate to warn off prospective buyers. Dean and Rachel Hodgson made a banner showing their deluged patio and added the caption: 'this is what our garden looks like after a small amount of rain.' Dean then fastened the banner to his blue BMW and parked it outside the estate office to give any potential customers a timely warning. Other homeowners on the same estate told Mailonline they have had to fork out tens of thousands of pounds to try to rectify the gardens behind their luxury homes. Story Homes - owned by building magnate and former Carlisle United chairman Fred Story - have rejected the criticism and say that Dean caused the issue himself by installing an Astroturf lawn. IT operations manager Dean, 30, and nurse Rachel, 25, who have a 14-month-old daughter Elora, bought their four bedroom home for £309,000 in March. Dean said: 'When we moved in the garden was in a disgraceful state, it was just a patch of mud with standing pools of water. 'We asked for something to be done and they said they would level it out with sand. 'What actually happened was that they dumped a load of sand over the back fence and we had to level it out ourselves. 'We have a young daughter and two dogs so we installed an Astroturf lawn because we didn't want wet and muddy paws and feet through the house. 'That's what Story's are blaming for the problem, when it's clear to anyone that the drainage isn't sufficient. 'At its worst, after a heavy downpour in July the water was pooling on the patio and was up to the level of the bottom of the door and we were just waiting for it to start pouring in. 'Thankfully it didn't but I have bought a pump because this issue is only going to get worse in the wet winter months. 'When I raised the issue I was sent an email by Story's saying the responsibility for ensuring adequate drainage lies with the householder. 'I couldn't believe what I was seeing. We are a young family who have paid a significant amount of money for our home on what on the face of it looks like a beautiful estate. 'Surely the house builder should be the one ensuring that the drainage is adequate before they sell the homes. 'We were incensed and when I realised they were holding open days for the new phase of the development, I had the banner made and left it outside the office tied to the car. 'I just wanted people to see what we're going through before they part with a large amount of money for one of these homes.' David Little, 60, and wife Claire, 47, who run a tanning salon, have seen similar problems on the same estate. They paid £380,000 for their large detached home two years ago and £1,200 for garden turf. Claire said: 'We'd been warned there would be what they called a slight incline in the garden but it was actually a slope. 'The turf hadn't been laid properly and was still in sections and within days it was clear that the grass was dead. It went brown and looked awful. 'Then the first time it rained heavily there was just a stream of water pouring down the slope and gathering on the patio just under the level of the doors. We were furious and complained but they didn't seem interested.' David said: 'After waiting for Story to do something we eventually had to take the job on ourselves and we have spent £30,000 completely reconstructing the garden of a house that cost almost £400,000. 'We had to install sleepers to stop the back of the garden collapsing and build a terrace where the steep gradient had been. 'But even after all that work water still builds up every time it rains and can take up to 12 hours to drain away. When you step on the grass hours later it is like a sponge. 'When it rains heavily water actually comes up through the flags on the patio. It seems clear to me that the drainage system just isn't adequate for the job.' Mum of two Georgia Davison, 27, who runs beauty and cleaning firms, bought her home on the estate two years ago. She said: 'We bought in the summer months when it was dry so didn't see any problems, but as soon as the wet weather came it was a nightmare. 'The garden was constantly waterlogged and the kids couldn't go out there because it was wet and muddy. 'We had to get out own contractor in to sort out the problems because it was obvious there was an issue with drainage, the water was just sitting there. 'The ground was so uneven we had it made into two different levels, which cost us £15,000. 'Now we still have a foul smell in our bedroom, which seems to be coming from the drains. You don't expect to have to put up with this kind of thing on an estate where homes cost as much as they do.' Story Homes told two angry customers by letter and email that they were responsible for organising their own drainage after reporting that their gardens were flooding. Story Homes told Georgia Davison: 'With the property now being out of the warranty period with Story Homes we would not be able to inspect the drains on your property ...The drains on your property would now be the homeowner's responsibility to arrange their own drainage contractor to visit and rectify this.' And they told Dean Hodgson: 'When choosing an un-turfed garden option, I can confirm it would be the homeowners responsibility to install the appropriate drainage for their own desired landscaping options.' A spokesperson for Story Homes told MailOnline: 'Story Homes has carried out a thorough investigation of Mr Hodgson's property and can confirm that the surface water drainage is fully compliant with the original design and construction specifications. The weep holes integrated into the boundary retaining wall are functioning as intended, and no evidence of excessive water discharge was found. 'During our inspection of the garden, it became clear that the homeowner had installed artificial turf after the property was completed. This turf was laid without removing the topsoil or incorporating a granular sub-base or other recommended sub-surface drainage system. 'This has resulted in an uneven garden surface and poor drainage, leading to the pooling of water. Our findings confirm that Story Homes has met all relevant technical standards, statutory obligations, and warranty requirements. We have advised the customer to refer the matter to the National House Building Council (NHBC) resolution service. 'In relation to other residents quoted within the article, we note that one homeowner has never raised any concerns with us regarding their garden, while with the other, we have worked collaboratively to reach what we believe to be a fair and satisfactory resolution. 'Story Homes remains committed to providing excellent levels of customer satisfaction, which is reflected in our HBF 5-star rating and industry-leading Trustpilot score. All our homes are covered by a comprehensive 10-year warranty, which includes a 2-year builder warranty followed by an 8-year NHBC Buildmark policy for structural defects. Throughout this period, customers who remain dissatisfied with the outcome of our investigations have access to the NHBC's independent resolution service. We can confirm there are no live NHBC claims in relation to garden issues at Edgehill Park.'
The Guardian
an hour ago
- The Guardian
‘Unlike anywhere else in Britain': in search of wildlife on the Isles of Scilly
At Penzance South Pier, I stand in line for the Scillonian ferry with a few hundred others as the disembarking passengers come past. They look tanned and exhilarated. People are yelling greetings and goodbyes across the barrier. 'It's you again!' 'See you next year!' A lot of people seem to be repeat visitors, and have brought their dogs along. I'm with my daughter Maddy and we haven't got our dog. Sadly, Wilf the fell terrier died shortly before our excursion. I'm hoping a wildlife-watching trip to the Isles of Scilly might distract us from his absence. One disembarking passenger with a cockapoo and a pair of binoculars greets someone in the queue. 'We saw a fin whale,' I hear him say. 'Keep your eyes peeled.' This is exciting information. The Scillonian ferry is reputedly a great platform for spotting cetaceans and it's a perfect day for it – the sea is calm and visibility is superb. From the deck, the promontory that is Land's End actually seems dramatic and special, in a way that it doesn't from dry land. There are several people armed with scopes and sights who are clearly experienced and observant. The only thing lacking is the animals. Not a single dolphin makes an appearance, never mind the others that make regular summertime splashes: humpbacks, minke, sunfish, basking sharks and, increasingly, bluefin tuna. Arriving in Scilly by ship is worth the crossing: wild headlands, savage rocks, white sand beaches, sudden strips of transcendentally turquoise ocean interspersed with the bronzed pawprints of kelp. Of course, it can be thick mist and squalls, but we're in luck, the islands are doing their best Caribbean impersonation. Hugh Town, the capital of St Mary's, is built on the narrow isthmus between two rocky outcrops. It's a quirky, independent town with the kind of traffic levels our grandparents would recognise. Up the hill, from the terrace of the Star Castle Hotel, we can see all the islands spread out around us, and handily there's a lady with a friendly labrador who gives us a pithy summary of each. St Martin's: 'Beach life.' Tresco: 'The royals love it.' St Agnes: 'Arty.' Bryher: 'Wild and natural.' Bryher is our big wildlife destination because the plan is to rent kayaks there and paddle to the uninhabited Samson island, which is a protected wildlife area. I'm banking on Samson for wildlife now that the whales didn't show up, but first we're going to explore St Agnes with Vickie from the Isles of Scilly Wildlife Trust. After a short ferry ride from St Mary's quay, we stroll around St Agnes and across a short sand spit, a tombolo, to its neighbour, Gugh. Vickie leads us up a heather-covered hillside next to an impressive stack of pink granite boulders. 'St Agnes and Gugh used to have a rat problem,' she tells us. 'There were an estimated 4,000 that had destroyed the breeding populations of both Manx shearwaters and storm petrels. We're pretty sure we've eradicated them now and the bird populations are rising fast.' She leans over a small burrow under a lichen-crusted rock, and sniffs. 'Yes, that's storm petrel – they have a distinctive aroma.' Using her phone, she plays a series of cackles and squeaks down the hole. No response. I ask Vickie about the archipelago's endemic species. The Scilly bee? 'Hasn't been seen for many years.' She chuckles. 'What makes the islands special is often what we don't have. There are no magpies or buzzards, no foxes or grey squirrels. Those absences are important.' What they don't have in terms of fauna, they certainly make up for in flora. The lanes and paths of St Agnes are a ravishing spectacle: agapanthus and honeysuckle, huge spires of echium and smooth succulent aeoniums from the Canary Islands. In this frost-free environment, all kinds of subtropical plants thrive, making the islands quite unlike anywhere else in the British Isles. Dotted among all this fecundity are artists' studios, galleries, a pub and a community hall where there's a wonderful display of shipwreck souvenirs: East India Company musket parts, skeins of silk, porcelain and perfume. Back on St Mary's, we swim and spot a seal. But if we imagine our luck is changing, it's not. Next morning we are down on the quayside, bright and early for the boat to Bryher. 'It just left,' says the ticket seller. 'We did post the change last night. Very low tide. Had to leave 15 minutes early.' 'When is the next one?' 'There isn't one.' The islands, I should have known, are run by the tides. Be warned. Without any time to think, we jump on the Tresco boat. A fellow passenger offers sympathy. 'Last week we missed the boat from St Martin's and had to spend the night there. It was great.' Sign up to The Traveller Get travel inspiration, featured trips and local tips for your next break, as well as the latest deals from Guardian Holidays after newsletter promotion I relax. She is right. The best travel adventures come unplanned. The low tide means we land at Crow Point, the southern tip of Tresco. 'Last return boat at five!' shouts the boatman. We wander towards a belt of trees, the windbreak for Tresco Abbey Garden. The eccentric owner of the islands during the mid-19th century, Augustus Smith, was determined to make the ruins of a Benedictine abbey into the finest garden in Britain. Having planted a protective belt of Monterey pine, his gardeners introduced a bewildering array of specimen plants from South Africa, Latin America and Asia: dandelions that are three and a half metres tall, cabbage trees and stately palms. Just to complete the surreal aspect, Smith added red squirrels and golden pheasants, which now thrive. Now comes the moment, the adventure decision moment. I examine the map of the island and point to the north end: 'It looks wilder up there, and there's a sea cave marked.' We set off. Tresco has two settlements: New Grimsby and Old Grimsby, both clutches of attractive stone cottages decked with flowers. Beyond is a craggy coast that encloses a barren moorland dotted with bronze age cairns and long-abandoned forts. At the north-eastern tip we discover a cave high on the cliffside. Now the low tide is in our favour. We clamber inside, using our phone torches. A ramp of boulders takes us down into the bowels of the Earth, and to our surprise, where the water begins, there is a boat, with a paddle. Behind it the water glitters, echoing away into absolute darkness. We climb in and set off. Behind us and above, the white disc of the cave entrance disappears behind a rock wall. The sound of water is amplified. After about 50 metres we come to a shingle beach. 'How cool is that?' says Maddy. 'An underground beach.' We jump out and set off deeper into the cave, which gets narrower and finally ends. On a rock, someone has placed a playing card: the joker. Later that day, having made sure we do not miss the last boat back, we meet Rafe, who runs boat trips for the Star Castle Hotel. He takes pity on us for our lack of wildlife. 'Come out on my boat tomorrow morning and we'll see what we can find.' Rafe is as good as his word. We tour St Martin's then head out for the uninhabited Eastern Isles. Rafe points out kittiwakes and fulmars, but finally we round the rock called Innisvouls and suddenly there are seals everywhere, perched on rocks like altar stones from the bronze age. 'They lie down and the tide drops,' says Rafe. 'These are Atlantic greys and the males can be huge – up to 300kg.' Impressive as the seals are, the islands are better known for birds, regularly turning up rarities. While we are there, I later discover, more acute observers have spotted American cliff swallows that have drifted across the Atlantic, various unusual shearwater species and a south polar skua. Next day is our return to Penzance, and it's perfect whale-watching weather. People are poised with binoculars and scopes, sharing tales of awesome previous sightings: the leaping humpbacks, the wild feeding frenzies of tuna, and the wake-riding dolphins. Nothing shows up. I complain, just a little, about our lack of wildlife luck. Maddy is playing with a pair of terriers. 'The thing with Wilf was he was always content with whatever happened,' she says. I lounge back on the wooden bench on the port side, enjoying the wind, sun and sound of the sea. I'm channelling the spirit of Wilf. Be happy. Whatever. It's a lovely voyage anyway. And that's how I missed the sighting of the fin whale off the starboard side. The Star Castle Hotel on St Mary's has double rooms from £249 half-board off-season to £448 in summer; singles from £146 to £244. Woodstock Ark is a secluded cabin in Cornwall, handy for departure from Penzance South Pier (sleeps two from £133 a night). The Scillonian ferry runs March to early November from £75pp. Kayak hire on Bryher £45 for a half day, from Hut 62. For further wildlife information check out the
The Sun
3 hours ago
- The Sun
Incredible sacrifice of tiny English village that's become a haven for dark tourism 359 years later
A LOT of historic sites are shrouded in suffering and death, but one UK town is known entirely for its tragic past. Eyam in Derbyshire suffered mass casualties during the Black Death, establishing itself as a haven for dark tourism centuries later. 4 The Peak District village lost a staggering 260 villagers in just 14 months as the plague spread across England. Given the town at the time only housed 350 residents, this loss was felt all the more by those in the area. After the spread of the Black Death in the 1660s, Eyam earned the title of "plague village". The bubonic plague first wreaked havoc worldwide in the 1300s before another outbreak in England during the 1660s. It claimed over 68,000 lives in London alone during this period. The deadly disease eventually made its way north, reaching Eyam in the summer of 1665. In a bid to shield neighbouring villages, Eyam's inhabitants bravely chose to isolate themselves after symptoms of the plague were reported within its borders. A boundary stone, which remains to this day, was erected between plague-ridden Eyam and the nearby unaffected town of Stoney Middleton. Eyam's residents would make their way to this stone to deposit vinegar-soaked money in exchange for food and medical supplies, left by Stoney Middleton's inhabitants. Today, visitors to Eyam can witness the lasting impact of the plague outbreak on the village. English seaside town to transform abandoned beach shelters into new attraction There are numerous graves scattered throughout the village and surrounding fields as families were urged to bury their deceased near their homes instead of in the church graveyard. These stringent rules were established by Reverend William Mompesson and Puritan minister Thomas Stanley. They also opted to move all church services outdoors and ensured no one could enter or leave the village. A recent visitor to Eyam shared a heartbreaking love story that has become part of the folklore surrounding the plague-stricken village. "In 1665, the plague hit Eyam and they locked down the village, separating Emmott Sydall from her fiancé Rowland Torre," the tourist said in an Instagram post. Eyam during the plague The Black Death is thought to have first arrived to the village in September 1665. Historians have hypothesised the disease was brought to Eyam via a parcel of cloth delivered from London to a local tailor. The cloth is believed to have been infested with plague-carrying fleas. During the 14-month voluntary quarantine, 75% of the town's residents passed away. One resident, Elizabeth Hancock, buried her husband and six children with her own hands within eight days. Plague cottages, where victims lived and died, still stand in the town today. "Emmott and Rowland would meet at the village boundary once a week, keeping their distance so he wouldn't contract the disease. "One day, Emmott didn't show up, when the lockdown was lifted, Rowland was among the first to enter the village in search of Emmott." A plaque indicates that Emmott was one of the village's many victims of the black death. The romantic rendezvous of the two at the village boundary has been immortalised in a stained glass image visible in Eyam's St Lawrence's Church. More on dark tourism Plus, the stunning paradise island with WW2 wrecks that has also become a haven for dark tourism. And the darkest and weirdest weekend breaks across Europe. Dark tourism has reached all corners of the globe, with many visiting suicide forests and nuclear disaster zones. Some thrillseekers even risk death in the world's most dangerous countries. 4 4
