Our second Norfolk night was another sub-zero affair but tucked up beneath sleeping bag and duvet I was warm, comfortable and contented. Condensation however was a bit of an issue with every inside surface of the van coated with a thin film including windows, steel panels and even the dash. Read more…
It was with a sinking sense of inevitability that Saturday dawned wet and wild, conditions which stubbornly remained until early evening by which time it was too late for much of anything. Thankfully the forecast for Sunday looked a whole lot more promising so we took the plunge and headed Read more…
It was an anxious wait for the gates to open at WWT’s Penclacwydd reserve on Saturday morning. Why? Blame our latest star arrival, a juvenile Red-necked Phalarope which dropped in on Thursday carrying the distinct air of yet another rarity which wouldn’t be hanging around for the weekend. Having made Read more…
Originally written 20/07/2017 Our penultimate day on Mull and I don’t want it to end. But there’s a time and a place for feeling sorry for ourselves and that’s on the ferry back to Oban. For now we had the prospect of a glorious sunshine filled day ahead of us Read more…
Originally written 19/07/2017 One of the best things about visiting the same place year after year is the chance to build up an intimate understanding of its flora and fauna and as a result notice any changes that may occur. Indeed my ever present notebook in which we record our Read more…
Originally written 15/07/2017 If it wasn’t raining today then it was pouring. After dancing with the rain gods and chancing our luck for the last two afternoons we had definitely lost the advantage and woke to find the valley gone and in its place a complete pea souper. Water ran Read more…
One of the big ticket items we had planned for this holiday was a trip out to Staffa and Lunga with Turus Mara. It’s one we’ve taken numerous times before but summer is a particularly special time of year thanks to the magic of Puffin therapy. Now the opportunity to Read more…
Originally written 09/07/2017 When we woke on Sunday morning the little burn running alongside our house had doubled in width and now resembled more a raging torrent than the gentle babbling brook to which we’d bid good night. Gone too were the expansive open views to be replaced with low Read more…
I promised something a little more exciting for day twenty four of #30DaysWild and, despite regretting hitting publish on that sentence almost immediately, I hope you’ll agree that we’ve managed to deliver in style. It all began a little after midday way out west where we and thirty other intrepid Read more…
If we thought the heat of Saturday oppressive then Sunday took things to a whole new level. By nine that morning there wasn’t a cloud in the sky and not a breath of wind ruffled the feathers of our resident Swallows as the mercury crept towards thirty. Despite this another Read more…