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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. As the saying goes. A day with Mr Riley is always a plaintiff affair. He brings out the melancholy like no one else I know. This usually manifests in stuff like "Ah! your still young with your best years ahead and I'm an old fart who's ready for the scrap heap". So we headed out to Steart. I patiently listened to his rambling on about work and ex colleges and "I used to work for Phillips don't you know". When the hand break was pulled and the engine died at the main car park I called time. Time on wittering on about what we do all week. It's bloody Saturday and it's bloody lovely, Ok so it's a bit misty but I'm sure it will clear up in a bit. It's fun time David shut up and bloody enjoy the day. You haven't got many left.......
Factor 50 was not needed
UFO's often pop in for a visit
"The usual trim sir"?
"Anything for the weekend sir"?
We wandered along the path admiring the sheep when we heard a bicycle coming behind. It was non other than Joe Cockram on his way to the office. He's bagged a rather nice job working at Steart. The EFRS have admired this chap with his striking beard for a while. Dashing off all round the world birding and getting payed for it. It's a dirty job but someone has to do it. More to the point he knew who I was. I'm flattered. He even reads the blog!!!
We also met a personal friend of Davids, non other than Chris Sperring MBE. I've shaken hands with an MBE!!
Shelducks in the mist
Little Egret in the mud
Some more Little Egrets
After visiting the excellent exhibition held at the Provender Deli in South Petherton last Wednesday showing Robin Morisson, Francesca Mikola and Henrietta Van den Bergh's work I decided to try for a replication of Roberts amazing Dandelion clock and dew pic. Work in progress I think
Some Pintails going somewhere else
Then the sun came out
After gorging on the last of the summer fruits we carried on a wandering around the estuary side of the crescent. There is one over powering aspect of the estuary by here. The pylons spanning the divide. There is no avoiding them. Best to just embrace them. Lets face it if it were a castle we would be gushing at its Majesty forgetting it's true meaning of suppression and tyranny. Time has strange effects on the human psyche.
A Kestrel catching dragonflies in mid flight
We settled down at a convenient spot to just take in the moment. These moments will never be repeated no matter how many times we come and sit here. Every moment is a one off no matter how many monkeys you pack into a bullet train with ipads.
It was at this point that a bit of a blast from the past wandered by with his wife! A chat ensued between Riley and non other than Malcom Muggeridge. Well a six foot six reincarnation of him.
The Kestrels are a bit tamer round these parts
Well I've consulted the karma Sutra and I can't find this one!
Pastoral Grey heron
Thats the one
Davros will be appearing as Widow Twanky in a Panto near you this Christmas
While Riley and Mugaridge where decrying the demise of western civilisation I risked life and limb at the
waters mud's edge to bag some pics of grass and sticks.
Mr Riley was quit taken with the effect of the mud. There was a ripple all along the flats which gave the impression of a wave frozen in time. I agreed. It's quit impressive.
"You see Andrew your still a young chap with all your life ahead blah blah blah"
As I've often said a day with Riley is a day well spent. It's sanguine and thoughtful. You put your camera down and look. He knows the sounds, he knows nature in all its elements. He knows more than I ever will. But time will tell.
A quick cuppa back at his country pile and I was off back. I pondered to pop into somewhere on the way. Westhey? Hmmm theres nothing there is there. I mean what could there possibly be to see there. I ended up at Catcott. I know its empty this time of year but I was in a solitary mood. I wasn't disappointed.
Another Solitary Heron
They've done a grand job with the new screen
Bit solitary init!
I didn't get a chance to write Saturdays escapade up so I'm doubling up with Sundays. Flying solo while James recovers from a bout of cold and broken phone! Usual haunt of Hamwall and Shapwick with lunch at Eco-friendly bits. It was just a quicky or that was the idea.
Solitary Heron oh! we've done that one haven't we.
Kestrel just before the entrance to Hamwall from the Glastonbury side
A bit deja vu from yesterday with foggy foggy dew. There were Marsh harriers showing well from VP1 and 2. At one point two were being mobbed by a crow
VP1 was rather disappointing from a birding point mainly because the local volunteers and wardens were busy doing a bit of
scorched earth policy essential maintenance work on the reed beds. It could have been 1815 rather than 2015
Where I'um be to my gurt lush luvver? 'e be that there Lee Dutton 'e be
So after a hard days work they popped into the local Sauna then a quick Skinny Latte in the Costa below.
Couple of Canadas
The only living thing viewable from the Tor Hide
We met up again at VP2 and spent the next few hours talking lots of talk. The yoof in question was Max Thompson. A great guy with gear that a kid of his age shouldn't have. In other words better than me! Still it was great to meet them and the time flew as we chatted. The reason for VP2 was the Glossy Ibis. It never appeared but we weren't bothered in the least. It's about the day.
I borrowed Max's 500mm L to get these Gadwall I was very impressed
Macro using my 17mm Fisheye
Great weekend! Met quit a few names and faces and passed the time as you should, on your own when you want and in great company when you want. But remember time and tide waits for no man. Go out and enjoy it..............