A month since I last posted, my thoughts, like this telephone box could do with a bit of weeding. It’s happened before, so I know the first post after a break is the hardest, I just need to get in the groove again.
Belatedly, it is back to the Farne Isles, and it’s the turn of the tern, the artic terns. They seem to build ridiculously scant nests, not so much a nest, as outline planning permission for one.
Some don’t seem to bother with even that much effort, when there is a footpath available (see bottom left of this photo).
But they are not any old terns, one at least is a record breaker
They are feisty in defence of their nests…
Mr Uphilldowndale had borrowed my hat, a hat designed for snugness rather than its bird deflection properties.
The birds are protected and nurtured on the Farne Isles, and we felt very privileged to get so close to them, but we did wonder how much energy they were putting into attempting to ‘see off’ the endless stream of visitors… They must be grateful for the days when the weather is too rough for the tourist boats to land.
I’ve a string of posts to deliver, I’m behind schedule, I’ve been distracted; they are going to tumble out randomly, it seems to match the mood of the nation!
You’d be hard pressed to call where I live a street, but it didn’t stop us having a street party to celebrate the Queens 90th Birthday a few weeks ago.
There were a lot of planning meetings (Mr Uphilldowndale will tell you what I mean by this, is that there was a lot of drinking of prosecco on Sunday afternoons for the previous month) I’ll tell you the planning was just as sociable as the party. We then went on holiday and left the neighbours to all the hard work, arriving back in time for the sound of popping corks. They did a fab job, we had music, flowers, porta-loos, road closed signs, bollards and bunting, a proper party.
We even had very official notices to close the road, who could resist a throning of neighbours?
We didn’t divert any carts as far as we know, a few cyclists and a couple of walkers meandered through the tables, most took the diversion in good heart.
We brought out the finest vintage food (the ‘food miles’ of some of it could be measured in inches rather than miles)
Ate proper pie (Yorkshire pie, brought over the county boundary under special licence).
I may have mentioned the prosecco before
So many cakes
and a few gate crashers.
We raised money for charity too, we are very lucky to have such lovely neighbours…
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.
The gorgeous green eye of a shag. More photos from the Inner Farne Isle
How on earth the chick don’t just fall off the nest I don’t know. They look a bit of a car crash!
And the chicks are not handsome are they?
I’ve saturated the colour in this next shot, so you can see what I could see, plastic fishing net in the nest…
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…
Nine years today, since my first post. Which seems pretty amazing to me. As does this view, it’s Newborough beach on Anglesey, we’ve visited here a few times; whilst Tom has been studying at Bangor university, not so very far away. He’d have been twelve when I started blogging. He handed in his dissertation last week and has only a couple of exams left to sit.