Just last week I was on top of the cliffs at Beeny, just north of Boscastle, walking with Gwynnik, and stopped for a few minutes to take in the views of some Grey Seals ‘bottling’ and ‘logging’ in the sea about 100 metres below. The mixed species of gulls were cawing and shrieking busily, using the air drafts in the cove to float effortlessly around – some call them “sky rats”, if they made less crying and shrill calls and didn’t raid your chips at the seaside I think more would love their command and grace on the wing instead – and occasionally you could spot a Guillemot bobbing around a bit further out in the sea amongst the bright fisherman’s marker bouys. Continue reading “Clifftop weather”
Sometimes when I go missing from writing any new blog entries for a while, it is because I am not feeling well. I am glad to report that this is not the case at the moment. In fact, I am feeling very well at the moment because I have been very active. Continue reading “Missing”
It is traditional at this time of year to take stock of what has been and look forward to what is to come, so that’s what I’ll do for a short post today.
The year 2016 will be remembered in the main for it’s death, destruction and division. Perceived certainties upset, pollsters shown up, nations divided, many untruths told. Continue reading “Hopeful”
Followers of the Facebook page have already seen this but I’ll post it here as well for anyone else who only follows the blog – and I don’t blame you for not doing the Facebook thing, it is sometimes very spooky and insidious. Continue reading “Not a Christmas gift”