Of all the wildlife encounters I’d imagined for this year, a Walrus off the Welsh coast was certainly not one of them. But then again, when has nature ever played by the rules. Our hapless wanderer’s story begins, allegedly, thanks to a poorly chosen spot for a snooze. Drifting off Read more…
Thursday afternoon at Rhossili was very much a zip up, secure hat state of affairs thanks to a brisk breeze keeping things refreshingly cool. Out in the bay a continuous procession of white horses scampered landwards giving the gathered surfers some welcome action, whilst up on the clifftops things were Read more…
Starting is always the hardest part of any worthwhile task and, after almost twelve months away from the blogosphere, that old adage has never proved more apt. Of course I’ve taken breaks before and managed to find my way again but an additional complication this time around has been my Read more…
With all that’s been going on during the past week our trip to Strumble Saturday before last seems like a lifetime ago. Back then storm Ellen was still making her presence felt which meant big winds, big waves and even bigger birds (at least in terms of the amount of Read more…
November is rapidly turning into a stellar month on the Glamorgan birding scene with rarities popping up all over the shop. From Snow Buntings perched on car mirrors to worm eating Long-tailed Ducks, there’s been enough about to tempt even those most ardent of patch workers to stray. Having spent Read more…
After the frankly ludicrous heatwave over Easter it was back to reality with a bump come May, a week of which we spent camping along the Northumberland coast at Seahouses. Our main objective for this trip was to get across to the Farne Islands where breeding birds promised to wow Read more…
Words and images from 01/04/2018 I don’t know quite how low the temperature plummeted last night but by morning it was still minus one and the ground was frozen solid. Ice encrusted any lingering puddles and in areas as yet untouched by sunlight everything was white over. For a west Read more…
Words and images from 27/03/2018 Day four north of the border and alas our run of good weather has finally come to an end. Peeling back the curtains this morning revealed nothing but heavy mist and driving rain, the valley obscured bar only its closest features. Once upon a time Read more…
Words and images from 25/03/2018 Of all the things I’d expected from this trip a slightly tender forehead was not one of them. And can you really blame me? Barely a week ago we’d been battling through blizzards and now sun-cream and hats were order of the day. Not that Read more…
Mull. Home from home, place of natural wonder and the closest I’m ever likely to get to true wilderness. Regular readers will be familiar with our numerous jaunts up to this island paradise by now, a jewel off the west coast of Scotland and a place to which I find Read more…