Drawing back the bedroom curtains to a clear blue sky, the sun is rising and not a breath of wind. Ah but this January and there is a price to pay for a beautiful morning. The grass is white with a hard overnight frost, the pond frozen as it has been for several days now and paths glisten with ice ready to catch out the careless pedestrian as my knee found out later!
No matter, it’s too nice a day to be indoors. Grab the camera a banana and apple. Warm jacket, boots and gloves, let’s go explore the countryside.
I crossed fields, through woodland with the drumming of a Great Spotted Woodpecker and then the hamlet of Spa Common down to the old canal. The footpath is still fenced off so carry on up hill and through the first farm to skirt the edge of Witton Woods then down to the mill pond at Ebridge.
The mill pond is part of the restored section of this dis-used waterway. Today it was iced over. To the side is a spillway, like a small man made waterfall it provided an area of shallow open water and to my delight was visited by the local Wagtails.
Leaving the mill behind it was uphill on the field edge avoiding the somewhat busy, narrow, minor road to the hamlet of White Horse Common. Named after a 17th century cottage which became the village pub in the 19th century, now it’s a house again as is the old Wheelwright Arms where I spent a few enjoyable evenings supping ale in my youth.
And so back down the high banked lane and across the now thawed and muddy field to home. A splendid few hours and miles with lots to see and enjoy.
Two species of swan leave their breeding grounds in the high Arctic Tundra of Siberia to winter in the relatively warmer climes of Europe, the Whooper and smaller Bewick’s. Though there are reserves where they can be seen in big numbers (the Ouse Washes at Welney here in the east) a drive around the Nth Norfolk countryside can often provide sightings of smaller herds. Last Friday we found a group of a dozen Bewick’s just a few miles from home. Luckily they were not too distant from the road and I managed to photograph them from the car as they are easily spooked.
The Bewick’s Swan (Olor columbianus bewickii) is con-specific with the North American Whistling Swan, together they are called Tundra Swan. Unlike the American bird the ones we see have a large patch of yellow at the base of the bill. The shape of this yellow is convex, on the bigger Whooper the colour extends forward along the bottom of the bill to a point.
Earlier in the day we visited the RSPB reserve at Strumpshaw Fen which was surprisingly bereft of birds and the river bank path far too muddy to enjoy walking. After the summer drought the rain gods have been making up for lost time, even this morning the weather is foul.
2022 has been and gone. As with all years it had it’s highs and lows. There were many plans hatched that never came to fruition mainly because we spent a fair bit of time having major work done to the house and decorating. Only one room left to do now so hopefully we will spend more time enjoying ourselves in ’23. Already we have booked a return to Scotland in June and to celebrate a special anniversary in May we are visiting the Greek island of Corfu which holds some lovely memories from our last trip in 2019.
I’ve been looking through my images from this past year and several, though fairly reasonable, never made it to this blog. I usually limit myself to a handful of shots per post so only the best will do. Other times there may be photos taken and I never wrote a post where they could be included. Let’s have a look at what I found.
One thing I have noticed is that I have been getting a few new followers to this blog, welcome everyone I hope you find things of interest on this site. Also there has been a few regular bloggers that have suddenly stopped and in some cases their blogs deleted from wp. Not sure of the reasons but I hope they are still ok.
Let’s hope for a great New Year with lots of lovely subjects to photograph. Take care all, B.
Our short break north of the border included three coach tours. One I was particularly looking forward to was a day in the capital Edinburgh. I am not a lover of cities but have never visited this historical place. The morning started, as usual, in pouring rain. The journey took the best part of two hours but the driver did a detour and took us to Queensferry to see the famous bridges over the Firth of Forth. He drove us over the new crossing, round a roundabout and back over the old road bridge to a view point where I braved the inclement weather to grab some quick photos.
Opened in 1964 and with a total length of 1.5 miles (2.5km) it was, at the time, one of the world’s longest suspension bridges. Now it is only used by public transport, cyclists and pedestrians. In the gloom to the left you can just see the new road bridge. To the right is the iconic rail crossing however with a scrapyard in the foreground it did not make a ‘nice’ image!
By the time we reached the City centre the rain had stopped and the skies cleared. We made our way round the south of the castle and up to the start of the ‘Royal Mile’ by the castle gates.
There has been a castle on the remains of this volcanic activity since at least the 12th century. The ‘Royal Mile’ (actually more than a mile) is full of fantastic architecture with shops selling as much whisky, kilts and woolly jumpers as you could shake a haggis at! The Gothic spire is the former Tollbooth Kirk, though never a church it was built as an assembly house in 1845. Now it is The Hub where the famous Edinburgh festival is organised.
At the bottom of the ‘Royal Mile’ you come to Holyrood Palace which was unfortunately adorned in scaffolding and more unfortunately demanded a £17 entry fee, no thanks. Also located here is, in my view, a modern eyesore, the new Scottish Parliament. A mish-mash of dirty concrete and stone curves, blocks and other odd shapes surrounded by rusty steel railings.
So that was Edinburgh, four hours of exploring but worthy of a much longer visit. Another day out was to Glamis Castle (silent i) described as the most beautiful in Scotland it is home to the the Earl of Strathmore and Kinghorne. It was also the favourite residence of the late Queen Elizabeth the Queen Mother who’s family have lived here since the 14th century.
Very often I will take a shot and not know what the subject was. The photo above is a case in point, turns out this is Scotland’s tallest, grandest sundial! 350 years old and judging by the weather we had probably only used about six times a year! Only joking, we had a great time, so much so we have already booked a return next June.
Welcome to the land of liquid sun and hairy cows! Some time ago we booked a coach holiday to Bonnie Scotland. Knowing the last couple of months were going to be somewhat hectic it was a relief to sit back, watch the world go by and let someone else do the 420 mile (676 km) drive. The last (and only other) visit to these distant parts was in ’95 so we were quite excited to return. Then we enjoyed a rare Scottish heatwave this time, though mild, slightly damp. Our base was the lovely, remote Loch Achray Hotel and we had three full day trips out. The advantage of these coach trips is you can relax, the disadvantage is if you see a fabulous view you can’t stop to photograph it! Never mind, this Country is full of stunning scenery. Here are a few shots I managed to get.
The area we stayed in is the Trossachs & Loch Lomond National Park which is in central Scotland about 30 miles north of Glasgow. The meaning of the word Trossachs is 1. a narrow wooded valley in central Scotland, between Loch Achray and Loch Katrine: made famous by Sir Walter Scott’s descriptions. 2. (popularly) the area extending northwards from Loch Ard and Aberfoyle to Lochs Katrine, Achray, and Venachar. (Collins English Dictionary). There are some other mighty Lochs (lakes) in the area the most famous being Loch Lomond. Nearly 23 miles (36.4 km) long, between 1/2 and 5 miles (1 & 8 km) wide and with a maximum depth of 620ft (190 m) this is the largest lake in Great Britain by surface area.
I mentioned at the start ‘hairy cows’ and it would be somewhat inappropriate to do a post on Scotland and not feature at least one Highland Cow (or cooos as our coach driver called them). Next time a few of the sights we took in.
There was a time, many moons ago, when I was an avid, perhaps ‘over the top’, birdwatcher. September and October were my special months, this was the time when migrants and rarities could and often did pitch up on our east coast. I would eagerly watch the weather patterns and bird reports. If everything fell in place I would head to the coastal ‘hotspots’ and spend my days scanning the scrub, bushes and trees for those lost waifs and strays hoping and sometimes finding something rare and unusual.
Nowadays my approach is much more relaxed. A day in the field means just enjoying whatever is there. Most of my photography is now based on insects especially the butterflies and dragonflies. Bird photography is still something I am learning with the aid of the big 600mm zoom lens so it’s best to practice on ‘easier’ subjects before attempting those tricky rarities. With that in mind last week, on a very pleasant day, Mrs H and I headed up to Titchwell RSPB reserve to see what was about. This is a good time of the year for waders. Most are returning from the northern breeding grounds. There will be some in summer plumage, some in transition, others already in their winter dress, also juveniles who can look totally different. Here are a few of our sightings.
Of course it’s always nice to see birds that are not ‘common’ and we were lucky that there were two species of wader that are only usually encountered on autumn migration and then it’s in variable numbers. The Curlew Sandpiper (Calidris ferruginea) and Little Stint (Calidris minuta) both breed on Arctic tundra and winter from Southern Europe to tropical Africa. It is the juveniles that mostly stop over in the UK for a quick refuel.
Well, that’s a lot more images than I usually post. I hope you enjoyed just a small selection from our bit of birding.
Saturday 10th September. The third day of qualifying for the final round of this years championship, the first in two years. The previous two days were blighted by heavy showers but we were promised a dry day, don’t believe the forecasts! A few light sprinkles and late afternoon one heavy enough to cause the track to close. Add in a couple of engine mishaps requiring the strip to be cleaned of oil meant only one round of Pro class qualifying took place not the two as scheduled. The meeting had a big attendance and for the first time I could not get my usual (or any) grandstand seat! I watched from the banking which stretches the quarter mile. Photography was trickier. The lighting was rather flat and clear shots difficult with the pro photogs along the wall and tv gantry to my right. More shots than usual hit the delete button.
The performances on display were top quality. In his final meeting before retirement the crazy Frenchman Eric Teboul set a new world record on his rocket bike with a time of 5.06 seconds at 263 mph. On Sunday he lowered this to 4.97 @290mph! The fastest man on two wheels over the quarter mile in the world. There was a side by side 5 second Top Fuel Bike race and a European Super Street Bike side by side record run of 6.7 220+mph by Steve Venables and Hungary’s Daniel Lencses. Add in a clutch of 5 second Pro Mods and a 305 mph 3.8 second Top Fuel Dragster run all great entertainment.
Thursday the 8th was a very sad day for our Country with the passing of our Queen. A lot of sporting events were cancelled as a mark of respect. It was decided that the racing should continue but other on site entertainment called off. To make the weekend even more sombre one of our sports long serving and well respected racers, Jon Morton, suffered a fatal heart attack in the pits. I decided to attend at the last minute. Before the professional classes started there was a two minute silence and a playing of the national anthem. There is a phrase ‘you could hear a pin drop’ and literally you could. It was a very moving moment and I felt so proud to be part of the drag racing family that, despite whatever views are held, could show such respect.
Autumn is on it’s way. The year is slipping by. Day after day, week after week of heat, humidity and drought is slowly coming to an end. We have finally had a little rain, not much, just enough to settle the dust. This morning was that cool I had to put on a cardigan! The last couple of weeks we have decided to reprieve our walks that were such a feature of the covid lockdown. Sadly one of my favourites, by the old canal, has been blocked by the landowner who had received abuse when asking dog walkers to control their pets. The minority spoiling it for all. Still, there is plenty to see at this time of the year as a different suit of species take front of stage.
Not featured our flying assassins much this year. This is mostly due to the fact I have not been out very often looking for them and when I have not actually seeing many. The start of the season was good but it tailed off a few weeks back when we started this drought and spells of extreme heat. Coincidence? The larvae that have spent one, two or more years underwater and can time their emergence should be fine. Of course if a pool dries up, as is happening, they are in big trouble, this will have an effect in future years. As for the lack of adults maybe it has been just too hot at times.
Here are a few I have managed to see in the last few weeks.
End of July and I took a walk in the dune system at Winterton-on-sea. Last year this place was heaving with odonata. Those with a long memory may recall the rare Lesser Emperor I found. This year a three mile hike turned up just ten, yes TEN, dragonflies! Yes it was a bit breezy but even so…. One of the pools in the main breeding area had been filled in to stop the spread of an invasive water weed, the others all but dry and with no rain since, well, they must be dust now.
Upton Fen in the Broads was better but still not as prolific as in recent years. On my first visit the Darters were just starting to show.
The Skimmers are a pain to photograph. They usually sit on the paths, let you get nearly in lens range, then fly a few feet away and repeat ad-nauseam. The one above obviously had not read the rule book!
Saw a few different species when we went to Pensthorpe with the Lemming but again not big numbers. The highlight being two Lesser Emperors by one of the lakes but frustratingly no photo opportunity. The damselflies above were egg laying in an ornamental pond and that shot was taken with my 600mm lens.
The garden pond has been almost deserted for some weeks, just the odd Blue-tailed Damselfly. This Common Darter arrived a week ago and is good company it even tolerates the macro lens a foot from his face. What he does not tolerate is any other male Darter trying to muscle in on his territory. These are given a quick kicking. Any females are treated to ‘Darter romance’, grabbed by the back of the neck, dragged into the bushes, brought back to the pond by the back of the neck and dunked in to lay eggs, the little charmer, not even a “what’s your name babe, care for a dance?”
The temperatures are rising again and the drought continues. We have just had a wonderful few days as our daughter the ‘Lemming’ popped over from Berlin for a short break. This is her first visit ‘home’ in over three years so we tried to cram in as many trips out to favourite places as we could. One such spot is Pensthorpe Natural Park. 700 acres of flooded gravel workings gives many lakes to walk round plus the beautiful River Wensum, woodland and fantastic gardens. The park is well known for being at the forefront in breeding rare species for release such as Corncrake and Red Squirrels. There was also a big collection of exotic waterfowl from the around the world. I say ‘was’, sadly in February the park suffered an outbreak of avian flu and a lot of birds were culled. There was still plenty to see, here are a few images from a lovely day out.