Out on the Lark

Spontaneity sometimes brings great rewards. What was a late decision to have a weekend away in June last year, evolved into a magical experience that will live long in the memory and the idyllic location we found will no doubt become a base for further adventures to come. It wasn’t until…

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And then the hobbies came

There is no getting away from it. If you want to be up before the birds in the spring, there is no getting up at all. For my particular body clock, the best strategy is to stay up through the night and do your best to catch up on sleep…

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Time with the seals

Our introduction to the breeding colony of grey seals that frequent the beaches of Norfolk between Horsey and Winterton as part of a Wildlife Sound Recording Society field trip in December 2016 had been a wonderful experience.  So when the calendar ticked over to November last year plans began to…

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Meet the youngster

Over the last year or so, we have built a rather special relationship with a robin in our garden. The story is worthy of a longer post, but as a bit of a taster, here’s an image of the last fledgling from the multiple broods raised by ‘our’ robin this spring…

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The first croak is the sweetest

I think I was eleven or twelve, back when summer days lasted forever and the future was full of promise and sunshine, that with the help of my dad I taught myself to water-ski. We holidayed in Portscatho on the Roseland Peninsula in a little cottage in the heart of the village.…

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stormwind buzzards

Storm Doris was passing through. An unlikely epithet branded by the meteorological office onto the low pressure system sweeping across the waistline of Britain, the storm brought high winds and disruption to many. In this part of Hertfordshire though, with the branches and trees of Plashes Wood thrashing below them, a pair…

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On the birthing grounds

The chill of a pre-dawn December morning nipped at uncovered faces as our small group padded quietly out of the village. Gentle whispers of snatched conversation and the soft call of a winter robin licked the ears above the deep rhythms of distant breaking waves. Out onto the dunes, muscles finding…

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