Finisher!

I did it! It was a hot day and I faded in the 2nd half, but I finished.

My time was 3 hours 10 minutes, which is slow, but this wouldn’t have been possible just 8 weeks ago. My training got me through. That and the support of my wonderful family and friends. I was shuffling along in the 2nd half looking convincingly every day of my 65 years! But then the finish came into sight and I made a concerted effort to look a bit like a runner as I crossed the line.

The red hair dye was fun, but red sweat dripped down my face and into my eyes.

Thank you to everyone who donated to Macmillan Cancer Support:

Jane, Daniela, Turner family, John and Linda, Doug and Diane, Millie, Joy, Mark, Peter, the Tyndall family and two anonymous donors.

Your gifts really did give me encouragement. Macmillan Cancer support offer support to people at a very vulnerable time. I am so grateful for my wife’s recovery this year. This run was an expression of my gratitude to God for his love, care and support through a challenging chapter.

If you would like to donate, it’s not too late. This is a link to my JustGiving page.

Bournemouth Half Marathon 8th Oct 2023

It’s been a while. I used to run but my last half marathon was in 2010. In recent years I have let it go, but a week or so ago my son took me on a walk in the Isle of Purbeck in Dorset. We walked 8 miles from Corfe Castle to Swanage on the coast and returned on the steam engine that runs between these two towns. About half way along the walk, we dropped off one hill ridge before crossing a road and climbing back up to Ballard Down. The climb was steep. 210 steps cut into the chalk until reaching The Obelisk at the peak. For me this was a wake up call. It should have been easy, but I struggled having to take regular breaks to catch my breath.

Training program – first week

I love spreadsheets! When I got home I drafted a training program. Then after my first run, I looked for an event as a target for my fitness efforts. The Bournemouth half marathon was just 8 weeks away – perfect. After my first week I have shed 1/2 kilogram. Its slow and its humbling. My 11 year old son came with me on Wednesday for the hill repeats. He did 4 repeats in the time it took me to do 3.

On The droves behind Kingston Lacy

Nearly a year ago my wife was diagnosed with cancer. It was caught early so it was successfully treated under surgery followed by a course of radiotherapy earlier this year. On the first day of radiotherapy we were sitting in the waiting room in Poole Hospital. She was so anxious. Then a friend who was a radiotherapist popped in to support her when she saw her name on the roster. Immediately my wife’s anxiety dissipated.

She is now clear, although it has been a struggle. Catching a virus immediately after the radiotherapy caused heart failure, but that is now on the mend with the help of a cocktail of medication. The picture above was taken on a recent walk, which would not have been possible just a few weeks ago.

So, I am running for a cause, Macmillan Cancer Support. This is a link to my Just Giving page for anyone who would like to support this worthy cause.

Hornet and changing seasons

European Hornet

This hornet provided an opportunity to practice some macro photography with my boys. He was a bit dozy and slow so quite a good sitter. The image is actually from late September when the season was changing from summer to autumn.

Tomorrow I’ll move on to images of the changing season as we move from autumn to winter. Most of the leaves have fallen from deciduous trees and what is left is brown and orange.

Due to lockdown many more people are taking an interest in the natural world. Last weekend I visited our local reservoir, Longham lakes. We were joined by walkers, photographers and fishermen. This fisherman was particularly proud of his afternoon catch and attracted the interest of quite a few people – all maintaining the appropriate social distance. After the photo op the carp was returned to the lake.

Fisherman with recently caught Carp

Kestrel

Female kestrel hovering
Female Kestrel

November 2020. The weather is overcast, with an occasional ray of sunshine peeping through the cloud cover. The wind is blowing with the sea looking decidedly choppy. Several cruise ships are just visible at anchor in the bay off Hengistbury Head. The car park is full. People taking exercise and walking dogs. And then I see her. Absolutely unmistakable hanging in the air no more than 15-20 feet above the grassy bank next to the car park. Fearing that she will be spooked by my presence I walk slowly toward her. She is completely unphased. Her head remains quite still as her wings and tail flutter just enough to keep her motionless in the wind. Her focus is solely on the ground beneath her. She permits herself a momentary glance in my direction, before resuming her search.

Male Kestrel

I absolutely love this photo taken by my son on a visit to Badbury Rings in August 2020. The chestnut brown wings with black tips, the grey head and that beak and black eyes circled in yellow are all so clear. It is the grey head and slightly smaller size that distinguish the male bird from the female. The bird is at rest and is aware of our presence, but allows us time to get this photo.

Male Kestrel on the hunt

Another of my favourite sites is Stanpit Marsh on the other side of Christchurch Harbour from Hengistbury Head. On a visit in October 2020 this male kestrel was the star turn. He was on the hunt and very nearly caught this stonechat, but not quite.

Sunday Post – a prayer

“This, then, is how you should pray:

“ ‘Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us today our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one. ’


Matthew 6:9‭-‬13 NIV
https://bible.com/bible/111/mat.6.9-13.NIV

Garden visitors – September 2019

Rare visitors this month include peregrines overhead as well as willow warblers hiding deep in the foliage. Dragonflies, bees and butterflies maintain their seasonal visit. September has also seen the ongoing presence of resident birds such as sparrows, robins and blue-tits.

Colourful flowers

Colour continues into September. The purple Clematis particularly provided a beautiful backdrop. The roses revival is nothing short of resurrection, considering the dry, brown state of the whole bush in August. A trip to the local garden centre injected some additional colour. No idea what we got – the sole criteria was that anything we bought had to be in flower.

Dragonflies

The dragonflies continued presence was as welcome as the warm, late summer temperatures. My photography skills limit my ability to catch these bugs in flight. I have to wait until they land before approaching with the camera.

Sparrows

There are long stretches of time when there are very few birds present in the garden. Sparrows arrive one or two at a time, but these gregarious birds are not on their own for long.

Our sparrow population has risen this year. There is now a group of about a dozen birds. When they are in the garden they chat to each other as they move around. However, they can be very quiet once settled.

Peregrine

We are used to seeing Common Buzzards circling overhead. This Peregrine Falcon was a pleasant surprise and represents a first sighting from the garden. It was instantly recognisable, as we had seen some close up at Bird of Prey centres earlier in the summer.

Long-tailed tits

The long-tailed tits are similar to sparrows; they come in groups. After a summer break they are returning to the garden.

Finches

Greenfinch and anon
Goldfinch

Greenfinches are difficult to spot. They blend in so well to the background; its only when they move that one’s eye is drawn to them. Goldfinches are regular visitors, but tend to stay high in the trees. Some of the juveniles are tempted down onto the feeders occasionally.

Blue tits and Great tits

Blue tit in the low morning sun
Great tit

Warbler

A first sighting of a willow warbler in the garden.

Robin

Robin with fresh, adult plumage

Garden visitors – April 2019

The garden has seen an explosion of colour this month. I must have been aware of this in previous years, but this year I have observed it more closely – yellow primroses and daffodils; white snowdrops and blossom; purple crocuses; pink camellia, cherry blossom, clematis and apple blossom; blue bluebells; green grass and new foliage.

Whilst the background colours and textures have changed, the change in visiting bird-life has been more subtle and not quite what I expected. The bird species I have seen are: sparrow, dunnock, pigeon, magpie, starling, robin, goldfinch, blue tit, blackbird.

There have been absences too. Where are the long tailed tits, siskins, chaffinches, coal tits, wrens, blackcaps? Have they deserted the garden feeding stations now that nature is producing abundant new growth and insects?

My photography knowledge has increased. I leave it to others to judge whether this has resulted in improved quality. I now photograph in RAW instead of JPEG, giving greater flexibility in the post production stage. My camera is now set on manual rather than automatic and I now select the ISO, shutter speed and aperture setting. Most wildlife photo ops are fleeting, lasting only a few seconds and require patience and perseverance. Familiarity with camera controls and settings are essential to respond when those brief seconds present themselves.

With warmer temperatures and school holidays I have ventured beyond the confines of the garden. These are a few pictures taken at Brownsea Island, Pamphill and Moors Valley.

Garden visitors – February 2019

"The North wind doth blow and we shall have snow,
And what will poor robin do then, poor thing?

He'll sit in a barn and keep himself warm
and hide his head under his wing, poor thing" 

traditional nursery rhyme
Robin in the snow

In this month’s blog I want to continue looking more closely at the bird visitors to my Dorset garden. February brought snow, many daily visitors including ‘Billy’ and ‘Rose’ and the Long tailed tits (see January’s blog). This month we’ll take a look at the Dunnock, a female Blackcap and a male Bullfinch. Also we’ll catch up on the bathing antics of the Robin and Blue tit.

Snow

The end of January brought yellow and amber weather warnings. The snow arrived on Friday, 1st February. News feeds were full of stories of disruption and shut down of services.

The garden was more active, it seemed to me, than usual and was transformed for a day or two into a beautiful white, winter backdrop.

Then the snow disappeared as quickly as it arrived and signs of a new season began to appear.

Primrose – the promise of spring and new life

As a child I would visit my grandparents home, Hill Cottage, just north of Hereford. We would explore the woods behind the cottage and I remember being captivated by clumps of primroses and seas of bluebells. It’s too early for bluebells, but the snowdrops and primroses have arrived. The ground still has the signs of death, the brown, dead leaves from the deciduous trees, But the new season and new life is there too, and is beginning to push through.

The quintessential LBJ – the Dunnock

Dunnock

The Dunnock is also known as the hedge sparrow, but it is not actually a sparrow. It’s part of the same family as the european Robin and Wren. It is the quintessential LBJ (little brown job).

The Dunnock blends into the background and is easily overlooked, e.g. they didn’t make it into Bill Bailey’s Remarkable Guide to British Birds. However in my quest to look more closely at the birds that visit my garden, I cannot ignore this regular.

Dunnock – eating on the ground

My RSPB Handbook of British Birds tells me that a Dunnock ‘is an unusual visitor to a raised bird table, and more likely to feed underneath.’

My Dunnocks can’t read and tend to prefer the more ‘unusual’ habit of taking food from the raised bird table and seed feeder.

This close up of the Dunnock reveals some of the intricate, detailed beauty of this common, unremarkable bird. There are some 2.5 million in the UK and its song particularly at this time of the year rivals that of its cousin, the european Robin.

Ms Blackcap takes to the stage

Female Blackcap

At last! This month, the Female Blackcap turned up for a photo shoot. She’s been a regular visitor, but up to now has been quite shy. This time she was in no hurry to move on. There has been no sign of a male, which does actually have a blackcap, but I’ll keep looking.

Female Blackcap
Female Blackcap at the bird table

I’ve noticed that Ms Blackcap is actually a regular visitor to the bird table, but she tends to be very discreet about it. Her colouring means that she falls into the LBJ category. I may have seen her without realising what I was actually looking at.

Bullfinch – a splash of colour

Male Bullfinch

This finch most definitely is not an LBJ! His colour is striking for a British bird and cannot be confused with any other bird.

Male Bullfinch

Strictly speaking he didn’t visit my garden, rather he sat in my neighbour’s tree long enough for me to get a couple of pictures, which I’ve then cropped. There are only 220,000 pairs in the UK and the population is declining. The Bullfinch is not a regular visitor – I have only seen him once or twice. He definitely falls into the “Ooh, look!” category for me.

Bath times

Robin and Blue Tit

The bird bath continues to attract visitors. The day after the snow, the water was totally frozen, so I took out a jug of warm water and poured it in. Later that day I was gratified to see it in use. These two are regulars, but I have also caught ‘Billy’ the blackbird using it surreptitiously.

Blue tit enjoying a bath and a shower