Smug
I felt anything but smug when I woke up this morning (later than usual, after yesterday’s route march around Farmoor), opened the curtains and found that the lane was full of National Grid vehicles. We’d been warned twice, first by … Continued
Bird on a stick
When I woke up this morning with a burning desire to be somewhere else, I thought about the past few days and realised that I hadn’t set foot outside the muddy trench we call home for almost four days. No … Continued
Greater Scaup
The virus I’ve been trying to shake off ever since receiving it as a Christmas present from the Boy Wonder hit a Victorian novel kind of crisis last night, before apparently turning a corner, and this morning I got up … Continued
Draycote birding
It was a perfect owling day, but I wasn’t feeling up to dealing with hordes of people, so I decided to go to Draycote Water for a Christmas-carb-busting walk and a Great Northern Diver. Both of which I got, though … Continued
Sunset sand
By this morning Storm Bert had largely worked itself out, leaving a blustery but largely fine day, and after a weekend of enforced inactivity I was raging to be out and about. There were no bird alerts for Farmoor, but … Continued
