Friday, June 16, 2017
Beach Combing with Ming the Merciless
No we haven't been away on holiday this week ,
although Madam is once again on the annual year 6 school residential trip to the activity centre at Calshot Spit, driving kayaks, building towers from crates and climbing up telegraph poles to stand on the top.
I have been at home, nose to the grindstone.
Note to self: If Buddha is right, and upon my demise I return to this earth as a Mayfly, don't go early on the hatching front.
It's almost impenetrable now. there's a Pheasant pen in there somewhere.
Bankside Willow management on chalk streams is very important. Crack Willow is the Ming the Merciless of the arboreal world and is on a quest to conquer this planet and the next. It will succeed if left unchecked and chalk stream biodiversity will be reduced as a result. I may have said it before, but chalk streams must be managed, they can't just be let go and if a man in a fine fleece with "Born to Rewild" embroidered on the back tells you otherwise, for the appropriate course of action see above re- man in van with clipboard and toetectors.
Hatches of Olives and Sedges are slowly building and one day this week during my early morning perambulations Otis and I came across a huge cloud of dancing olives, biggest I've seen since we were in Scotland on the Carron where there were many of the Blue Winged variety. The Fish may not care for too much for them other than as a nymph, but there are many Damsel flies around at the moment. Walk through the thick fen or lush meadow grass and squadrons of the malachite green insects take off.
We've a goof of a Barn Owl about at the moment (the wise old owl thing is a myth).
It's feeding young somewhere nearby and hunts regularly in the morning and evening over the meadows and grass verge that borders the lane. We have seen numerous rodentia, from the smallest shrew through to ratus norvegicus, thrilled at their first experience of flight unaware of the grim end that awaits them at their destination which will not include walking on the beaches looking at the peaches.
And I thought security at the airport that serves the Highlands and Islands was the worst experience about flying.
Child B has finished his studies at Cardiff University and will once again be plundering our fridge.
Which can't be right as he only started secondary school last week and he must be doing things arse about face as isn't he currently revising for his O levels?
And if further proof were needed that the world has turned on its axis and is now spinning the other way, in a few weeks time The lady who sleeps on my left and myself will have been married for twenty five years.
Twenty five years married,
How did that happen?
Now I've oft called to book the likes of Sam Fox, Chris Evans and Kylie Minogue over their interpretation of time, two of the above were once older than me and played significant roles in an older woman fantasy throughout several of my teenage years,
I'm older than the pair of them now.
From this we can conclude that time moves at different speeds for different people.
My own withered husk and addled mind points towards a life lived on fast forward,
While Madam's seems to have been stuck on pause and stands as a testament to taking marriage one day at a time.
Twenty Five years eh?
We are where we are.