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A Sunday Walk on the Wild Side

Just a few flowers from ‘A Secret Garden’

And a few from the roadside

Even though the day was overcast and subject to a few spots of rain, people still were able to enjoy the gardens, have a cup of tea and a slice of cake.

A View From A Bridge

Just standing on the road bridge looking up and down river you can just watch the world go by.

Mr and Mrs Swan graceful as ever.

Same River different sides of the bridge.

Reflections

And yet more bridges

Homeward Bound

Research

Research can take many forms.  For many it may mean just surfing the web, for others a trip to the library or the local archives office.

Lately I have been in ‘research mode’ gathering information for a few different projects I am currently working on.  However it has thrown up a few surprises that I have filed away for another day.

Looking at original documents that are over 100 years old is fascinating, be they a title deed or a letter from a soldier to his parents during the first world war.

Many years ago when I was a teenager I took up birdwatching seriously. However  there were not many bird identification books available in my price range.  So if I saw some birds locally that I had not identified before, I would often take a detour to the local museum (it was further along the riverbank) check out the natural history display cases and then return to birdwatching, confident I had correctly identified the birds seen.

Now of course it is so much easier.  On a break from my research, I stopped off at one of my regular birdwatching haunts  (mainly to try out my new telescope) Once in the nearest hide I looked out onto the lake hoping to see if there were some birds I hadn’t  seen before.  I was in luck. A male and a female smew in amongst the tufted ducks and  wigeon.  Alas I did not get a photo, but true to the ‘old ways’ I made a note of the behaviour and characteristics of the birds as well as the colour and size etc. Once back home (after a quick stop off at the local supermarket) I confirmed my sightings.

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However I can never resist a picture of a swan.

 

Night Views

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Radio Days and Nights

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Recently I have gone back to listening to the radio.  When I was a teenager it was always BBC Radio One. Now I tend to listen to the local BBC radio stations as I travel to and from work for the travel updates and local stories.  One lunchtime I listened as the local radio presenter was on an outside broadcast at an event and  tickled a pig!

I have become a fan of some National Talk Radio shows.  A lot of radio stations have appeared on the internet and on free-view and satellite TV  and when flick through the channels looking for something different to listen to I am reminded on those times as a teenager I would eagerly tune and retune the transistor radio looking for Radio Luxembourg through the hiss and crackle that was a.m. radio

 

 

It’s a funny Old World

Driving home today, the DJ was talking to a guy about the International Space Station and how it would be visible in the night sky around my area.  I remembered reading a book many years ago by Arthur C Clarke which was set in the future about a boy lost at sea looking up at one of the space stations circling the planet and hoping for rescue. At the time of reading it  I don’t think Skylab was even thought of.

What was science fiction has often become fact, all be it in a different time scale, though time is relative etc. etc.

So If I see a Blue Box I just pop inside and take a look!

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A Different Trail

Recently I went for a walk along the route of a disused railway line.  The route was well used by dog walkers and cyclists alike.  Birds sang high up in the trees and butterflies and bees went from flower to flower, the sun was shining brightly.

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Lucky I had my trusty camera

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