The sea was mercurial, magical. My kind of sea.
We are still awaiting the return of of our telephone connection, storm Doris seems such a long time ago now. We’ve all been juggling with our mobile data quota, I have a long to-do list on my desk. Mr Uphilldowndale has spent a lot of time listening to the ‘music’ whilst awaiting a conversation with Plusnet. Their service isn’t what it once was.
We left it all behind and went to south Wales to see Joe, and spent a couple of nights on the Gower, we’ve been there before.
Looks like they get proper windy weather, all the time.
We had a lovely walk along the coast path to Rhossili
and enjoyed a welcome beer over looking the bay. I thought it might be a bit cool sat outside with Spud the dog, but the wind dropped and the sun broke through warming our backs. It was delightful.
Dark and Satanic*, or Warm and Welcoming?
I can’t quite make my mind up. This is the wonderfully restored and preserved, Gale Mill in the Yorkshire Dales; it was late afternoon in November and the light was fading.
There had been heavy rain the day before, and the river was thundering by. The roads were awash.
Rivers were not to be messed with.
And then there was the snow, we’d chosen quite a high route to get to Gale and Hawes, but traveling in the campervan, we decided discretion was the better part of valour, turned around and took the low route instead!
In the end the snow didn’t become a problem, but the local highways department were in a state of preparedness…
I was glad we were in the campervan and not camping!
I’m also glad we spent money on a diesel heater for the van, rather than spending the money on a van in any other colour than white, which comes at a premium. We were snug as bugs.
* Dark and satanic mills, might not be what I always thought they were!
Amongst the many events of summer; Tom graduated….
Tom’s graduation was a lovely day, we can’t quite believe how quickly three years have passed, its all been rather angst free for Mr Uphilldowndale and I.
He has plans to go traveling, New Zealand and Canada are high on his list. For the moment he is closer to home, we’re not sure where though, just some where, in our camper van
As a friend put it on Friday, in the wake of the EU referendum results ‘I’m experiencing emotions I can’t name, I certainly haven’t felt them before’.
Politics isn’t something I’d normally mention here, but the referendum and decision for the UK to leave the EU is to big to walk on by. I’m gutted. Horrified. Sad and bitterly disappointed for my boys. A few of those unidentifiable emotions my friend mentioned are swilling around in the mix too.
A conversation I overheard, seemed to me, to capture the fact that many folk hadn’t got a handle on the chain of events voting ‘leave’ would set in motion.
Second women. ‘Oh my god, you’d think it was the end of the world, all we did was put a cross in a box on a bit of paper!’
I wasn’t sure if to laugh or cry, so I just stood in front of the newspaper stand in crushing bewilderment.
Mr Uphilldowndale and I were set to go to Loweswater, in Cumbria on Friday, in preparation for Daz’s Memorial fell race. We didn’t like going and leaving Joe home alone, he’d been up all night watching the results come in and was as down as we were; but Spud the dog stayed at home to keep him company, as ironically Tom is away, in Europe, working (we cast a proxy vote on his behalf).
We stopped by at Dodds Wood and climbed up to the viewing point to see the osprey’s this and a walk in the woods did us good and soothed our souls a little.
The next day I had chance to contemplate the hills and some of the many emotional events of the last few weeks, and some of those emotions spilt out. The sheep was my confidante .
What more can I say.
I’ve been away from the the blog for a wee while. Nothin’ has been posted.
I’d had high hopes of posting a wildlife post each day of June like I did last year as part of ‘Thirty Days Wild’ but I didn’t get off to a very good start!
However we’ve been lucky enough to spend a few days in Northumberland and visit the Inner Farne Island, it was fabulous, so much wildlife it felt like 30 days wild, condensed into a few hours . I’ve blog fodder for the rest of the month.
Let’s start with the puffins. I’ve always wanted to see Puffin’s, who wouldn’t?
You just can’t but smile at the sight of them. I’ve wanted to get a close look at them for a long time,
I visited Iceland back in the 1980’s (at the time everyone thought I was a little mad) and I only saw one puffin, so this was a puffin fest! I have to admit I was a bit excited.
So many Puffins
Their swimming style is not dissimilar to mine, not a very effective stroke (on the water at least)
it’s a miracle they get airborne, when they do, their flying is distinctive.
They feed on sand eels, the supply of sand eels is crucial to a successful breeding season, however like all good fishermen’s tales, the ones that get away are the biggest…
We got more blue sky and fluffy clouds today than the weather forecasters led us to expect. Not very warm though.
The trees are on the brink of bursting into leaf, but we are there yet.
Yesterday was the Queens 90th birthday, our neighbours got a nice new flag to mark the occasion.
It’s a while since I posted, we’ve been a bit under the weather, Mr Uphilldowndale and I, a strange little virus that seemed to be able to drain every last drop of energy and leave behind achy joints and lethargy. We are on the mend now, but it scuppered our planned trip away in the van last weekend.