At this time of year, it’s so beautiful outdoors that it’s hard to decide what we like best. Bluebells, however, would definitely be on our shortlist. I can’t think of many sights as emblematic of the British countryside as a carpet of native bluebells nestling under a wood of oak or beech trees. Every year, we eagerly await the moment when the ground turns blue in our local woods at Badbury Clump.
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I mentioned in my previous post that we were slightly behind schedule when we went swimming with the ducks. Much to Ashley’s disgust, I love to have an itinerary on a city-break type of holiday. Otherwise, with Ashley’s laid-back approach to life, in combination with the Little Trekkers’ ability to get side-tracked with a million often insignificant distractions, we’d never get anything done.
I realised after my last post that you might have been wondering why Maxi had taken a plastic washing up basin with her on our walk around the burn and the woods. Well, it’s because we discovered on a recent walk that a light-coloured basin was much better for observing water-creatures than a fishing net, both in terms of not disturbing the creatures, as well as speed, ease and visibility:
In our last blog post I mentioned the pre-event to our fossil hunting trip was a family fishing trip. You will know from our history that fly-fishing is a family passion and it was this year when things really took off in terms of Corwin's passion for it. So more often than not it was him suggesting to go fishing, rather than Stewart trying to persuade him.
Over the years my two boys have delved into many an obsession - from Fireman Sam and tractors when they were younger, to Lego (specifically Ninjago) and the often unloved members of the animal world (crocodiles and sharks!). At the moment the 7yo is obsessed (in the way that only a 7yo boy can be) with raptors - birds of prey.
As you will have gathered by now between March and early October most of our outdoor adventures have a fishing element. With the trout season limited to less than 7 months it would be a shame to waste any time (so say the anglers) but it could get quite monotonous after a while - especially with a non-fishing member of the party.
The snowdrops are here! I love these plucky little flowers that defy the chilly weather. Every year, I delight in the magical moment when the snowdrops burst forth to brighten up the bare landscape. It’s a cheering sight that heralds the arrival of Spring.
The Ruahine Range called to us again...there's so much you haven't seen yet. So, of course, we returned for more exploration, more tramping and more muddy boots!
During the school Christmas holidays, the minxes set up their usual refrain: “Nooo! We don’t want to go for a long, boring walk! We want to stay in the warmth and watch TV and gorge ourselves on chocolate till we can’t move!” I may be paraphrasing just a tiny bit, but I’m sure you’ve all experienced the same attitude at times. As luck would have it (!) our heating broke down for a week, so it soon became warmer outside than in. Perfect for winkling my trio out for some fresh air and exercise!
Beware this blog post is NOT about ducks! No disrespect to ducks of course but this is about our adventure meeting some other amazing feathery creatures and the people looking after them and training them...
Across the length and breadth of the UK, between October and March, you have the chance to see what is surely one of nature’s most magnificent sights: a ‘murmuration’ of starlings. Tens, or perhaps even hundreds of thousands of birds, all swooping and diving and looping across the dusk sky before settling down to roost for the night.
Some of you may remember our little fossil hunting adventure in Dorset in early summer! Well, where else would one go to hunt for fossils?