Stoatal fail
“Look!” I said to R, pointing. “A weasel! No, a stoat!” as I saw the distinctive black tip to its tail. We were walking up the carriage drive at Charlecote, and the stoat was no more than ten feet away … Continued
Frost and rime
Frozen grass for breakfast, anyone? R and I had tickets for an early Charlecote walk this morning, but the day dawned cold, dark, and foggy, the temperature was sub-zero, and the prospect wasn’t wholly enticing. However, having hauled ourselves reluctantly … Continued
High anxiety
We had early tickets for Charlecote this morning, and began our walk in heavy freezing fog. I don’t know if the cull is still going on, or has recently finished, but the deer were still displaying great anxiety and were … Continued
Fartnarkle
I went to Charlecote this morning – sans R, unfortunately, because by the time we’d clocked that it was half-term, and that we’d therefore need to book, there was precisely one ticket available for the entire week, which (at his … Continued
Warming up
You can probably imagine how pleased I was to find this Migrant Hawker this morning, warming up and drying out on the ‘basking fence’ at Charlecote. If you look at the image full-screen, you should be able to make out … Continued
