I’ve known Renita for a while now. Originally from America, Renita now lives in Wigtown, which the book town in Scotland, with the most stunning views across the estuary. When I’ve performed at the festival, the children have all been whipped up to a frenzy by Renita, who welcomes them in and “settles them down” [...]
Walking with my camera
I went for a lovely walk in the Forest with my daughter today. We had just finished filling our containers with about 3 lbs of blackberries when my daughter spotted, with her keen hunter’s ear, three Stags, really quite close by. The biggest stood it’s ground and watched us as I slowly got my phone out, switched it on, found the camera app, turned that on and waited for it to warm up and then zoomed in and finally took this picture. Then it decided it had had enough and ran off with the others. It was very dark compared to the one of the others, which was a normal fawn/red deer colour. Very exciting to be so close.
We had the sealed Knot marching through Coleford Town this morning, ready to re-enact the Battle of Coleford from the Civil War. At the time, Parliament was told that the Streets of Coleford ran with blood. Other say there was a bit of a skirmish around the pub!
It didn’t snow much this afternoon, but I think there’s more on the way. I went for a walk and found quite a bit of colour in the greyness of a November afternoon. Spindleberries, Crab apples and a snow dusted spider’s web.
We went up north last weekend, to visit Lyme Park, where Mr Darcy swam in the lake in the BBC series of Pride and Prejudice. It’s my daughter’s favourite thing ever, so we trod the ground that Mr Darcy trod, but the weather was terrible for video and it looks too dark.
We stayed over in Buxton, a spa town in the heart of the Derbyshire Peak District. It’s reminiscent of Bath and Cheltenham, but smaller and more compact. Famous for it’s water, Buxton is basically a tourist town. People have come to walk, admire the wild countryside, drink the water and explore it’s cave and geology. As far as I can tell that’s pretty much what still goes on today. Here’s a little video blog.
Well I’m having a lovely time in Guernsey. The sun is shining again today and got a break down by the seaside. I remember as a child reading Enid Blyton stories that always seemed to be set on the cliff-tops
She used to describe the grass as being, “springy turf.” Today, that’s just what I was walking on. She also wrote about pinks flattering on the cliff-tops and sure enough there were a few pinks still in flower today. Real Enid Blyton adventure country.
I had a great flight to Guernsey today, which was marred by the enormous queue at the airport because they only had one X-ray machine open. It was supposed to rain, but it was lovely and sunny when I landed with Paul Dowswell, who is also appearing in secondary schools here this week. It was great to see Simon James later on. He is seeing the KS1 children and I’m seeing all KS2. Off early in the morning to start a packed week. Here is a little bit of video I took on a walk to the harbour, this afternoon.
Yesterday I went for my usual walk in the Forest, but I noticed something different. All around me I heard the sound of acorns crashing through the leaves above me and landing on the ground around me.
I’ve been aware of Acorns falling for the last week or so. But I’ve only seen them lying on the ground. It occurred to me that acorns will fall according to a standard distribution curve. There will be one moment when it might be dangerous to enter an oak wood because the maximum amount of acorns will be falling. If you enter at that time you have the highest chance of being hit by falling acorns.
Some thing should be done! We should employ acorn fall supervisors who can re-route you down safer paths through groves of different trees, which drop their fruits at different times. I suppose I could wear a hard hat.
I had a fabulous walk along the River Wye this afternoon. Shortly after diving into the hole in the hedge that denotes the start of the footpath in Lydbrook, we came across a mole scuttling about on the path. He was moving so fast and in such a wriggly fashion, it was hard to get a good picture of him. These pictures are the best I could do!