Sunday, 8 November 2020

Like Lazarus

 Ok so i have been away for a while - but now im back and armed with a recorder for nocmig. This is going to be a learning curve, so hopefully you will join in the despair and hopefully joy as i try to record the night sky.

Wednesday, 21 March 2018


A quick flying visit to Dunge today for the Bluethroat. Brilliant, drive down, park up, get out and there it is!! I love easy twitches

And at the weekend bird number 203 for the farmlands!!

Monday, 27 November 2017

Keep it local

Only made it as far as Beddington Park today. Surprising amount of dog walkers for one small park!! Still that kept me close too and in the River Wandle for a while. Good to see Grey Wagtails and a Little Egret fishing around the leaf litter and litter trying to find some food.

Sunday, 12 November 2017

Chatting in Chaldon

This morning a trip down to Chaldon to the church of St Peter and St Paul was the order of the day. Its a modestly small church which I'm guessing indicates how many people lived here during the medieval period. Amazingly the church is left open and it was hard too leave as it was cosy inside.

Inside the church is an amazing mural dating from the late 12th century depicting Heaven, Hell and the deadly sins.

Monday, 6 November 2017

Wittering in Wotton

Spent a couple of hours in Wotton on Sunday. Its just West of Dorking and was surprisingly chilly. Wasn't happy with most of the pics so below are the best of a bad bunch. The church is the burial place of John Evelyn ( diarist ) though i never got in the church to have a look. To the West of the church are some fields crammed full of corn and it was above these fields that the Buzzards kept me entertained during my chilly stay by mewing loudly, constantly, the Jackdaws racing up to meet them in menacing black clouds that soon evaporated and Black-headed Gulls arguing over who had rights to the spilt corn.

Ooh its me 

Monday, 30 October 2017

Away to the coast

So a long weekend comes to an end. Staying at the Haven in Caister, just up the coast from Great Yarmouth which is a Martin Parr kinda town i feel. The beach right next to the camp showed close views of a seal in what can only be described as a force 40000 gale!!! The camera fell over twice and it was almost impossible to get a sharp image as the wind blew dogs and dog walkers past at an alarming rate. A quick trip to Sheringham amazed me with a walk by flock of Turnstones actually on the main road - follow this with Brent Geese, Gannets, Little Gulls, Knot, Curlew, Lapwings in flooded fields ( i thought that was a long gone tradition ) and it almost restored hope.

Caister Beach

These are the gates to the camp site from the beach
Apparently it has a Little Tern colony during the Summer