A few days ago we saw the passage through this area of what started down in the Carolinas as a Tropical Cyclone – bringing high winds and prolonged and torrential rain. The next day, a friend (professional French Hornist) was in the town bandstand rehearsing with colleagues. Added to our morning constitutional.
Fans of the Hitchiker’s Guide to the Galaxy will be familiar with the lorry-driving rain god and his 92 words for types of rain constantly poured on his head by all the clouds that simply “wanted to water him”. This was the rain type known as heavy blatter.
Quite something.
A rather superfluous sign telling you that you are surrounded by these trees when you can see that you are. Been there forever – rather dilapidated.
For almost twenty years after arriving in Quebec J and I would rent a superior cabin at Kenauk for a week of fishing, eating, wandering and getting away from it all every September – there was no cell signal, no electricity, just us. Down the lake these two trees overlooked a prime fishing spot and the one on the right, every year, had an active osprey nest in it. Wonderful place.
Want to visit – here’s the link: https://kenauk.com
This dates back to 2016 when we walked a long and beautiful trail on the west coast of Scotland to the site of one of the infamously “cleared” Highland villages. Down by the shore of loch where the cattle are there used to be a community – there are still the remnants of stone walls a couple of feet high to mark the spot.
Four years ago we spent a wonderful week on Grand Manan island in the Bay of Fundy – yes birding and botanising, as you would expect. This is the Swallowtail Lighthouse on North Head.
This was the vacation on which I got my lifer Burrowing Owl some 1500 or more km from the prairies where it was supposed to be spending the summer.
A rape field in Huntingdonshire with a red hot-air ballon drifting over as the clouds behind started to look threatening
A short path connecting our road to the neighbouring one – pleasant strolling
Quite surprised this boat managed to moor so close to shore, the water is shallow there.
It’s interesting how many people have boats along the shore but don’t take them out at weekends – if I had one I’d probably live on it at this time of year.
A few years ago we spent a fabulous couple of weeks touring Iceland and birding, finding wonderful arctic plants and drinking really expensive beer. This photograph was taken near midnight in the very far north of Iceland just outside Akureyri.