If you were to doubt, in any way, the problem our world has with plastic – a beach litter-pick is both catharsis and enlightenment. Two hours, a dozen or so volunteers and a truck load of washed-up rubbish – a feel good way to spend a Saturday morning. This was Tan-y-bwlch beach, Aberystwyth and had only been litter-picked a matter of weeks ago. The pile in the bottom pic was the tally after 2 hours. By end of the day on Saturday 450kgs had been collected. Breathtaking. Thanks be to Aberystwyth Beach Buddies for their organisation.
He lives by our back door. He likes people, blades of grass and flower bulbs. He also likes the limelight. I suspect he has not long for this world.
…out in the midday sun yesterday. The walk from Aberystwyth to Borth, visually stunning, physically exhilarating and nature-watchingly spectacular. A pair of swirling choughs just north of Clarach and a Great Grey Shrike high above Sarn Gynfelin. The day capped with a Dolphin lazily swimming 10 yards off shore to ale-supping delight from the deck of the Victoria Inn.
Revisting a childhood haunt.
61 seconds of why we should leave some ivy for nature. I could hear the drone from 50 yds away. This on a mid October day in Wales.
Anybody who knows me will know of my affection for this winding little B road traversing remote and rural Denbighshire. Not only the road, but the carefully placed Lucozade bottles along its length but mostly for its run of gorgeous olde telegraphe poles.