You know, it grieves me greatly that not so very long ago I would without thought don boots, pack sandwiches and away up a hill for the day with the dogs – whereas a 5 mile stroll, flat and easy, on Saturday left me hobbling, sore and aching. So sore about the hips and the Achilles that it was a close run thing on Sunday – a little walk, or lolling in the sun and watching the cricket.
I am proud, in the circumstances, to say that the boots won out over the deckchairs and we harnessed both dogs and flagging energies.Â I almost left the camera at home, knowing that we would have to leash the dogs at points on the walk. Two people, three dogs. Not a simple equation when lunch packs, walking poles and cameras are factored in…Â but… BUT what if? You know, there might have been puffins. I turned about, went back into the house, and I grabbed a camera. Not sure if it was worth lugging the weight really (it was very muggy) but I’m kind of glad I got the baby bun, even though I wasn’t really quite close enough.Â I’m also glad that I took the walking pole even if I felt very silly about it. My joints were far less taxed even though the walking was harder than Saturday’s. Shorter, but certainly more difficult under sore feet.
I took Mr L round the route I went on with the Ranger, a circular from Villafield, via the cliffs and Boloquoy.
Nell made a point of finding a toy as soon as she possibly could, of course.
Suzie kept an eye on a couple of essential spares
Griff was away doing his own thing. We have concluded that he spends his walks searching for a lump of that Fun that Nell and Suzie always seem to find some of. He fails. He potters about at the water’s edge, sniffing here and there, going back for a second or third look. But he just can’t find it. Occasionally, he thinks he’s spotted some and a half wag of his tail is induced but then he adopts a mildly puzzled expression before returning to the endless search. Clearly the girls are digging up something, but he just can’t find out what Poor Griff – in a world of his own!
We sat for a while, letting Nell exercise some energy off while safely away from stock or hay. This turned out to be not for long as she was soon covered in blood from a nick on her nose and we had to take her ball away .
Up on the cliff the scene was very different from the last time that I was there. The sea pinks have gone over and turned a papery brown. Yellow no longer predominates, as Ragged Robin, orchids, forget-me-nots and even the heathers are blooming.
Of course I had to linger when we came to the birds. I’m still trying for “that” shot – which I will not get, ever, as I don’t have the right equipment. l do have fun trying though and am happy with some of the results. I’d just be happier if I had more, bigger, better, faster… But then, wouldn’t we all? 🙂
I got down on my belly, rested the zoom lens on a heathery hummock and I tried for some nest shots. They are O.K. but I would have liked to be closer. I’ll try again another time but am running out of time for this season, I think.Â These babies are not so babyish, are they? Not too big to be fed, though.
While l was framing some fulmars a small movement half way down the cliff attracted my attention. This little chap popped out of his hole!
A wee little thing, living halfway up a cliff…
…evidently oblivious to the drop below.
We missed our weekend curry, with being out and about picnicking- so I am off now to redress the dietary balance. According to Mr L, curry is one of the main food groups… he can’t be expected to go without.
What? Knitting? Oh, maybe, later. Maybe not. Maybe I’ll do some tidying and loom-space making. Maybe.