Monday, 23 February 2015

A £96 Rat, The Most Terrifying Car Journey Ever And Here Is My New Quilt

You will record, dear friends, that I spend much of my time here being kind to wildlife, including the garden rats.


On Saturday my car (aged only one and half) exhibited a total inability to drive at more than half a mile an hour.

L and I first blamed it on Agriculturalness (in the form of M driving in his wellies), but then it did the same thing to me and I am a good deal less agricultural than M so it had to be Something Else.

The garage said: under no circumstances drive it- get it recovered to us.

M said: Pah to that! It'll cost a fortune. Let's tow it.

OK (I said), I've done that before and I am Pretty Brave and not All That Pink, Fluffy Or Girly. So Let's Go!

We borrowed M's dad's pickup. 

It poured with rain.

The light was going.

The tow rope was very short.

I couldn't see much.

I had forgotten how terrifying being towed is. Over the course of the 20 minute drive we seemed to be going 70mph instead of 30. I became ever so slightly hysterical, and by the time we reached our destination I had the rictus grin of a mad creature glued to my face as well as the sense that I was embracing danger like a person who only has seconds to live.

We went past a police car on the way.

They ignored us.

I couldn't decide if I was more cross that they hadn't bothered to check we were OK or relieved that they didn't pull us over.

I had a missed call from the garage while listening to an interesting talk on Bird Survey techniques this afternoon. I also missed three calls from L. When I eventually managed to get hold of him the conversation ran thusly:
L: Mum, I have left my keys at home.
Me: Are you at home?
L: Yes. I'm waiting on the step and it's bloody freezing 
Me: So that bit this morning when I said "have you got your keys?" and you said "yes"...?
L: When will you be home?
Me (sighing): I'm leaving now, I'll be home in 20.

The garage (when I eventually managed to make my mobile work and get through to the voice mail) said: A RAT has chewed through your cable. We've fixed it but I'm afraid it's an hour's labour which is £80 plus VAT making a total of £96. It may also have chewed through the loom, in which case I'm afraid you're looking at a bill of hundreds, but we won't know that unless it breaks down again.


It is perhaps a mark of how awful the towing experience had been that all I could think of at that point was: OH NO! NOT MORE TOWING! I barely registered the 'several hundreds of pounds' part.  

I am relieved it wasn't Chilli's fault as she is a dear girl who has never let me down and I love her. On the other hand, I consider that mightily ungrateful of the sodding rats.

In lieu of an enormous gin (with which to calm down) I got Phyllis out of her new cupboard (made by my clever husband)  and set-to on the roses and swallows quilt, which I have now finished. It is Balm For The Soul Indeed :o)


 



And here is Phyllis' new cupboard, which Poppy has managed to photo bomb :o)


I am off now to make supper and unwind in front of Mr Selfridge (not quite in the way that sounds) and prepare for the rest of my horrendously busy week ;o)

Here are some daffs for you all. I have been enjoying their yellowyness (that's not even a word is it but who cares?)



And some pics of the Hounds, who were busy Pigeon Staring earlier...



Have a peaceful evening all,

CT x

Sunday, 22 February 2015

Bits and Bobs

Apologies for not getting round to reading and commenting on many on your excellent blogs this week- half term is always busy in this house and we've been out and about as well as catching up on doing home stuff. I may be a bit more absent over the next couple of weeks too as college work has piled up and I have various assignment deadlines looming.

Things should ease in April when there are no more assignments only exam revision! Butterfly transect season starts then and I am now the coordinator for the college transect which means writing rotas, organising recorders and training new volunteers on flutter recognition, as well as going out recording myself. Should be fun.

I spent yesterday afternoon at our local branch moth conference. There is something wonderfully eccentric about a hall of 60 people all avidly listening to Moth Related Tales. I lowered the average age by about 30 years and boosted the female percentage of the audience considerably too. M has a theory that there is something in the male psyche that prods men to collect/ hunt things and that trainspotting, bird watching, mothing and the like fulfill that urge. Looking at yesterday's audience he could well be right.

They were a great bunch, all so enthusiastic and keen to support all the vital work that goes into bio-recording and everything that spirals out from that in terms of conservation and legislation (the first ever bio-record dates from the early 1500s and relates to an Oak).

M had visions of people attending in moth-related fancy dress and was most disappointed to hear when I got back that everyone was dressed normally :o)

We dragged L out to Christchurch marshes, to a place called Stanpit. I loved the line of beach huts across the water. Behind them you can see the Isle of Wight. There were Curlews, Oyster Catchers, Stonechats and Widgeon,







In other news, Phyllis' cupboard is finished, so she has a nice place to sleep and I have somewhere to store most of my fabric. I did a mercy dash into Winchester on Sat late afternoon and spent a (small) fortune choosing some delicious fabric for the quilt which is replacing my William Morris one. Although the WM is lovely, it looks wrong in our room. Possibly because the back colour of one of the patterns is black and therefore a bit heavy for going in to Spring. The new fabric is lighter and has old fashioned roses and swallows and things like that on it. I'm stitching it together at the mo so will post a pic when it's done, but so far so good. I have some left over so am thinking about making a patchwork cushion cover out of it.
Ma has just taken delivery of a dressmakers' dummy (we've called her Hermione, in case you're interested ) so there is really no excuse not to make some clothes now....

I am wavering re the DSLR macro. By coincidence, one of the Moth Talks yesterday was on moth photography and it made me realise I don't have the time/ patience/ inclination to learn/ use all the fancy buttons on an expensive camera. What I really want is something like my old Lumix where you just zoom in on the subject, press the button and all's done. Something simple and non fussy that does the job with minimal effort. If anyone has any thoughts/ suggestions please shout.

Mrs Brimstone has woken up and left the wall. I don't know where she is, but the temp got down to -3 here last night so I hope she is tucked up somewhere warm. I have also now got two pupae to look after. No idea what the second one is so that will be fun when it emerges :o)

Poppy and Ted are well. Pop has been running with her dad and comes back covered in mud but pleasingly tired. Ted remains at home and sits staring at the door till they get back. 

L's replacement pooter for school arrived this week. It didn't cost the earth and is a netbook so incredibly light. I'm still annoyed about wasting money on the other tablet, but that has now taken up residence in his room where he is using it to write stories when he can't sleep, so I suppose it hasn't been wasted. He has surprised M and I by enrolling on an Open University Maths course. They offer a whole range of courses on all sorts of subjects and he found out about it and registered off his own back. They run for 8 weeks, require about 3 hours work a week and you get a certificate at the end. He has found one for me on Stats which I think will be very useful. It's the first time he's sorted something academic like this out for himself and it has made me very proud of him. Having said that, it's now half ten and there is no sign of him so I don't think we're quite out of teenage sitting-on-your-bumness quite yet.

I'll leave you with a pic of the Daphne, which is blooming Like Mad and bathing us all in its wonderful scent. I just hope the bees come out soon to enjoy it.



Hope all are well and enjoying the weekend,

CT :o)

Thursday, 19 February 2015

A Tree Post With A Quiz, and Toffee Has Grown

Well, my friends, it is raining here and it's set in for the rest of the day. I am eating a donut and drinking a mug of hot water contemplating taking the dogs out for a walk as I am not rain-averse and nor are they. M has a few days off work and is beavering away in his shed with Poppy as Able Assistant putting the finishing touches to Phyllis' cupboard. Teddy is sitting near the window watching the rain drops trickle down it and L has his chum Will over and they are super-glued to their computers. I find myself judging the passage of time by the size of the shoes left at the door. His friends' are getting enormous.

I have been on a (very rare) visit to my GP this morning. Can't remember the last time any of us went which is how we are as a family on the whole, but since Christmas I've had pain in my middle finger which won't go so I thought I'd better check it out.

Arthritis (I thought).
Ganglion (GP says).

Which sounds ugly and unappealing. Anyway, blood tests next week just to be certain and in the mean time I'll get some arnica and witch hazel to rub in to it.

Before the rain began, I went out with the camera and took some photos of trees. Bark, to be precise (that's an explanation not an instruction). I thought I'd test you, because without leaves all you have to go on for an ID is the bark and twigs. I didn't get any twig photos apart from one, but the bark is still pretty diagnostic. Scroll down to the end of the post for the answers and let me know how you got on.....
 
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twig that goes with bark number 10 as an extra clue

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tree trunk of number 11 for an extra clue

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tree trunk that goes with number 12 for an extra clue
L has been a Tree Boy since he was tiny. He used to sleep in his pram when he was a tiny baby beneath the tree in the photo below, and now, nearly 14 years later, he is still drawn to it. His way up into the tree is a well-worn passage and he knows exactly where to put his feet and hands in order to climb into its branches. Once up, he has been known to sit there for ages, quietly enjoying the peace and tranquility it offers.


Where would we be without trees?

The British Isles are believed to have been covered in trees from sea to sea at one time. This was the ancient Wildwood, the forest that came after the last Ice retreated ten thousand years ago. There may be traces of it left, small pockets of Wildwood that have not been cut or managed or farmed in any way, existing in the closed, secret hearts of a very few of our ancient woodlands. Ancient woods are those that have been recorded as woodland since the 1600s, because tree planting did not begin in earnest until after this date, therefore anything recorded as woodland in 1600 can be taken (broadly) to be much, much older. Ancient woodlands offer up certain key species that act as indicators of their age such as wood anemone, primrose, bluebell, dog's mercury, as well as native tree species.

There may (or not, depending on which ecologist's work you read) have been pockets of clearings within these vast Wildwoods. The existence of certain butterfly species such as some of the Blues, is evidence that points towards this. They are not woodland species but require open land, often downland, to flourish, and the complexity of their relationship with ants (and in one case - that of the Large Blue - with only one specific species of ant) is such that it probably could not have evolved in the 5000 years since the trees started to be systematically felled to make way for farmland.  

I don't think there's any doubt that our land before people came was primarily a place of trees, and therefore most of the native wildlife in the British Isles has originated from woodlands.

The earliest native trees in the British Isles were birch, followed by pine, then hazel, wych elm, oak, alder, lime, ash, willow, holly, beech, hornbeam, field maple. A number of other natives followed- think juniper, hawthorn, rowan, wild cherry, yew. Trees like Horse Chestnut and Sycamore which we may think of as classic British Trees are in fact much more recent additions, not arriving until they were introduced in the 16th C.

There was a prehistoric crash of Elm (3100-2900BC), not unlike the 1970s one where Dutch Elm Disease killed off many of our Elms. This ancient crash is recorded in the pollen record but recent work suggests it wasn't due to disease so much as the changes wrought in woodlands by man (farmed animals grazing on young trees who could not reach flowering age).

People starting clearing this land of trees in the Stone Age and since the Bronze Age woodlands as well as open land have been farmed. Now, we understand their value better in a broader than monetary sense and we know that networks of woods need to be allowed to join up to protect their precious biodiversity better. Woodland corridors and woodland rides are being opened up and maintained to allow species to flourish. Coppicing is being brought back as a management tool, although there is a school of thought that says a boom/ bust cycle such as that is not the way to care for our woods.

Woodland coverage in the UK currently stands at something like 11%. Here in Hampshire we are doing better - up to 14% of this county is woodland. I walk in ancient woodland every day with the dogs and there is a peace and a tranquility, a real sense of age to it that I love and can never be unaffected by.

When I was young it was fields I was most drawn to, although I have always had favourite trees. Now I look at green fields and I don't love them anymore. Instead I see the dormancy in them, the uniformity, the lack of diversity and life. My fingers itch to plant wildflowers and allow grasses to grow, to wait for the bees, butterflies, moths, beetles, the mammals, the birds to return.
If I were handed a dollop of money to do what I liked with, I would buy a woodland beside a small bit of land and I would turn the land into a wildflower meadow and I would open up rides in the wood and get a coppice system working in one section and leave the rest as a means of seeing what was best for the wood. I would record all the species I could find there, flora and fauna both and I would cherish the meadow and woodland and feel like a guardian.

Woods are magical places- even science suggests that the trees in our woods have the power to heal broken lungs- they emit a chemical which helps us breath, and of course they produce oxygen too. So get out there when you get a chance and go for a walk in a wood and let its magic into your soul.

I'll leave you with some pics of the dogs. We saw Toffee yesterday and my has she grown! The Black Lab with her is her doggy sister Ember and the Westie with the neat haircut in pic 4 is Dougal, Ted and Poppy's other doggy cousin. We were Very Thoroughly Sniffed when we got home :o) 
The answers to the Tree Quiz are after the pics. Good luck!










Tree Quiz Answers
1. Apple (large flakes and often has copious quantities of lichen on older trees)
2. Beech (smooth bark)
3. Cherry (the horizontal fine lines running round the trunk are diagnostic for cherry)
4. Elder (always cracked in appearance)
5. Hazel (smooth bark, leaves are broad and shaped a little like wide hearts))
6. Holly (smooth with nobbles)
7. Oak (deeply fissured and gnarled)
8. Pear (small, vertical square/ rectangular shaped pices)
9. Birch (silver and flaky, with dark diamonds usually near the base, esp in older trees)
10. Ash (black tips to the buds are diagnostic. The bark in older trees becomes fissured).
11. Willow (the diamond-shaped darker pieces are usually a good clue)
12. Willow (this is an older willow with deeper fissures in the bark)

If you want to know more about British Trees and the Wildwood, look up Oliver Rackham, who sadly died last week. His books are fantastic treasure troves of information.

Hope you're all well,

CT :o)

Monday, 16 February 2015

A Post By Ted

Hello everyone, I had to write this post to tell you all about the two awful things mum put us through this weekend.

As you know, I am the calm, steady, reliable and long suffering one of the two of us. I always do as I am asked, I don't bite, I'm not grumpy and I am always friendly and polite. I try very hard not to roll in fox poo and to generally keep clean. I don't jump on sofas or chew shoes or shred tissues either, and I don't go on illegal raids upstairs, jump on the beds and knock over the pillows or steal chocolate and run off into the garden with it before anyone has noticed.

The only thing I don't like is baths. They make me shake and shiver :o(

On Saturday, after we had got back from checking on the sheep, dad asked me and Poppy whether we'd like to go on a run with him. Poppy leapt about like the mad thing she is and shouted 'YES! YES! YES!' three times, very loudly. I was more sedate in my response (as befits my status as the elder dog), and accepted dad's invitation with a polite wag of my tail.

Anyway, we had a great time running across the fields and we did six miles in the end. I have a sneaky suspicion this is part of a weight-loss programme my parents have devised for me because they think I am getting stout! How rude is that?! I am not getting stout- it is middle aged spread, that's all.
I know my parent's think I gave up running about two years ago, but that was mainly because the roads hurt my paws- off road is much nicer, plus of course I can't allow Poppy to be the only dog who goes running with dad. So I kept up with them and had a thoroughly enjoyable time.

When we got home, Pop and I had a sleep because it was quite tiring all that running, and dad disappeared into the garage where he is making mum a cupboard for Phyllis.

Mum came downstairs and stared at us both for a second. She muttered something under her breath that sounded like 'typical man' and 'absolutely filthy' then I was sure I heard the dreaded word 'bath.'

I looked at Poppy nervously but she was too busy thumping her tail on our bed to have heard anything.

My suspicions were confirmed a few minutes later when I heard the water running upstairs and then mum came in, took Pop's collar off, picked her up and marched off upstairs with her.

She came back a few minutes later soaking wet and complaining that mum had made the bath too deep and she'd had to do the doggy paddle to stay afloat! I thought this was very funny but I didn't have long to laugh because the next thing I knew I was upstairs in the bath (which was very dirty from Poppy) being shampooed too.

We'd barely got started when there was a knock on the door. Mum thought it was my boy so she said come in love. But L didn't answer, he just knocked again. It's OK love, said mum, I'm just washing Ted, you can come in. But he still didn't.

Mum looked at me. I looked at her.
Odd, she said.
Indeed, I replied.
She opened the door and Poppy shot in, quick as a flash. She had come upstairs all by herself to find us, even though she knows we're not allowed upstairs on our own. She knew the right door to knock on and everything. I have to admit I was impressed- that was pretty clever of her don't you think?
Anyway, mum was so impressed Poppy was allowed to stay while I had my bath. She jumped up to lick my nose then settled down by mum's feet till I'd been washed and showered and then we both ran very quickly downstairs just in case we got another wash.

We thought that was that, until yesterday when dad let us into some very smelly mud at the sea and we both came out wearing socks as a result. He got a right telling off from mum for that (especially after we'd both just had a bath), but he just grinned and said not to worry, he would hose us off when we got home.
NO! we both shouted, looking at each other in horror. Mum replied that it would be the window cleaner episode all over again, and I had to explain to Poppy that a few years ago mum was talking about paying someone to clean the windows regularly and dad wouldn't let her because he said he'd do them himself instead.
But, said Pop puzzled, Dad never cleans the windows, it's always mum who does them. 
Exactly!  I said, and that's why she always mutters under breath whenever she does it :o)


Luckily for us, dad forgot about washing us when we got home and he went off somewhere on his bike instead so we thought we were probably safe.

Only then the second bad thing of the weekend happened- mum appeared with the scissors and gave us both a haircut! Apparently, she was fed up with our long coats picking up all the mud which dropped off on the carpet when it was dry, so she snipped it all off from under our tummies, and then she did our faces too!

We sat next to each other on the garden table and submitted to this indignity quietly, even Poppy who usually wriggles like mad and then eats all the bits of cut off hair managed to sit still and only licked mum's nose three or four times, which was not many for her.

Dad got into more trouble when he got home because the second we saw him we jumped up and down and shouted 'dad!' and mum said it was hopeless trying to tidy us up after that because we wouldn't sit still.

I suppose I have to admit that we can both see out of our eyes now, even though dad laughed when he saw me and said I looked like a mouse with enormous ears :o)

He stopped laughing when mum told him it was his turn next.

 









What do you think of our new haircuts?

Love from Teddy and Poppy xxx

Sunday, 15 February 2015

Sea Birds And Salt Marshes, And Treacle Pud With Caramel Sauce Recipe

It being sunny when we woke we jumped in the car and went to Keyhaven, to the sea. The tide was out, the sun shone and it was warm. There were also plenty of birds to be seen but like a total dolt I forgot my bins :o( So I borrowed an extremely expensive looking lens attached to an equally expensive looking camera from a nice man so I could tell what it was I was looking at. Brent Geese, as it happens, which is what I thought they were.


We think it was the warmest it has ever been at Keyhaven for one of our visits, and there were lots of people out walking enjoying the sea air, but because it is a big place it wasn't crowded.


The light was superb.




The stretch of coast around Keyhaven is a Nature Reserve- it's a nationally important site for waders and sea birds. In the next picture you can see one of the salt marsh lagoons where many of the Brent Geese were congregating.


Salt marsh is a threatened habitat of vital importance not just for over-wintering sea birds, but also for coastal defence- it absorbs the energy of sea when it's angry, preventing flooding, minimising erosion and providing a valuable buffer zone betwixt land and sea. Their value is being recognised and efforts are under way to preserve them. 



Did you spot the Cormorant in typical pose top right in the pic above?

There were Curlews aplenty at the site this morning. There eerie call was echoing out across the mud flats. I adore Curlews, such amazing beaks :o)


I counted three Little Egrets fishing in the shallows. They have been a success story here in the UK and now breed as far North as the top of Wales, and I believe are in some Northern Counties too. These two were having Great Success fishing in their streamlets...






The swans were in Mating Mode. The Cobs (males) were wooshing about with wings raised and heads lowered. The pic below is actually two swans, the Pen (female) is the one with the head out in front, while the Cob is the one with wings lifted and head low down chasing after her. There were two Cobs vying for the attention of the one Pen. The bow waves show how fast they were moving.


Pop hasn't seen many swans, so when M took her down to the sea edge she was completely fascinated by them and stood doing what we all call her 'meer cat' pose for ages...


Ted has had a run in with a swan once before and he accords them more respect. For some reason, he was Very Keen to get on the little ferry that runs over to Hurst Castle across the bay. Perhaps he remembered the Rather Attractive black lab who was on the boat last time? They did make me laugh, waiting patiently by the sign :o)

 
We eschewed the ferry on this occasion, because I wanted to walk by the sea and look at the birds.

Common Gull
Mallards in the sun
 


 
Oyster Catcher
Red Shank
A visit to the sea wouldn't be the same for me without sight of my beloved Turnstones. This little group was so close and so well camouflaged I very nearly trod on them.







We then had two amazing things occur. First, a Kingfisher flew straight as a dart in front of us and up across the reeds. M and L had never seen one in the flesh before so that was special, and I always feel honoured to see one. And then, this happened....

 



They flew right over our heads, low as anything. Magic.
By this point L felt he had had his fill of sea birds, so retreated to the wall with a Good Book...


This is usually my cue that time is running out, so we turned and walked back up to car along the sea path and I got a few more pictures to record our day...

 
 
 
Pied Wagtail

It was a lovely trip out and topped up my sea side requirements perfectly :o)

I promised to post the Treacle Pud recipe so here it is:

Caramel Sauce

110g/ 5oz brown sugar
60g/ 2oz butter or equivalent
250ml double cream

1. Put all the ingredients in a saucepan and heat slowly, stirring occasionally until all melted and combined.
2. Remove from the heat while you make the sponge

Sponge

2 tbsp golden syrup (treacle)
110g / 4oz self raising flour
110g/ 4oz brown sugar
110g/ 4oz butter or equivalent
2 eggs

1. Put the treacle in the bottom of an oven-proof dish
2. Chuck everything in a bowl or mixer and mix till well combined
3. Put the mixture into the oven-proof bowl on top of the treacle
4. Chuck in oven at 150/ Gas 4 and bake for approx 20 mins till a skewer in the mixture comes out clean
5. make some holes in the top with the skewer and drizzle some of the caramel sauce over, leaving some to add to individual portions.
6. Serve with cream/ ice cream and caramel sauce
7. Serves about 4 people
8. You can make it in individual little pots should you wish, adjust cooking time accordingly if so

Caramel sauce being made
Sponge Pud pre-cooking
Sponge pud out the oven with caramel sauce added
Served!
Hope you're all having a lovely weekend. Half term here now so L and I are planning to relax, unwind and generally enjoy our week off (in between assignments for college for me and RE homework for him, as well as a trip to the dentist!).

CT :o)