Solitary
R and I went back to Charlecote today, leaving home in warm sunshine and arriving half an hour later under glowering cloud. With hindsight, it’s obvious that we should have walked the park straight away, or at least taken a … Continued
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