Our fat friend next door

Every night as dusk settles over the sleepy village of Old Basing Doug and I are visited by our fat little friend next door. You may think I am being pretty rude about his size but, I am not. He really is that fat. In fact he might even be a she…it’s hard to tell….

The lunchtime crayfish.

It was the middle of June and summer had finally decided to arrive in Hampshire. I sat in a blazing 30 degree centigrade heat sweating profusely. It made me wonder how I ever survived Australia’s summer when temperatures were often 10 degrees higher than current. Night time over there was the worst. Even placing ice…

Help! There’s a pine marten in my attic!

Once upon a time my  granny heard a bit of a rumpus in her attic. We of course dismissed it. Granny was just hearing things. We probably should have known better. As ever granny was quite correct – there were odd noises coming from the attic and whats worse a foul smell was beginning to…

Well hello there old spring time.

So spring time is once again upon us. Splendid. It is so nice to be back in the UK for spring after spending the last two years in Australia. One thing I really missed while over there was the dawn chorus. I know it can be a bit annoying at times when you want to…

A sick note and some hunters.

  As of late my boyfriend has been calling me sick note or toot (slang for rubbish) lungs. Pretty much says it all. My lungs are pretty toot and I have been off of work for quite a while lately hence sick note. Why am I telling you this? Well because of my toot-like lungs…

The blue-footed booby.

One day I would love to see a booby….a blue-footed booby in-particular. There are actually many out there worth seeing – the masked booby (most likely out of the lot to rob a bank), brown booby (booby with a tan), peruvian booby (name says it all really), nazca booby (the biggest of the boobies) and…

The grey heron, a little egret and my granny.

Lately I have seen a grey heron chilling out in the shallow, trickling stream running by work. He or indeed she stands perfectly still – not even moving an inch while I slow right down in the car to take in the scene. This makes me think it would be a great competitor in a game of…

A cold and crispy morning…

I started the day with a morning run. It was pretty chilly. The ground was covered in a sparkling frost – made all the more dazzling by the rising sun. As I ran along the canal I was overwhelmed by the beauty of the suns rays casting beams of light through the trees. Sections of…