It’s another glorious day.
Yesterday we went for an extended liquid lunch with Kyra, Kyra is a Rhodesian Ridge Back and a friend of Moll and Alf. She hadn’t come on her own her mum and dad were there, Ronny and Blodwyn. I’m not sure what her name is so just call her love or pronounce the ‘BL’ and mumble the rest. She is Scottish despite her Welsh name so is a fine lady. Riverman Rod Webster was playing and Nigel the ski instructor was accompanying him on the Bodrum. It’s like a tambourine without the tinkely bits round the edge, it’s more grown up. They are very hard to play and Nigel must have been sore round the shins when he finished his first lesson. I’ll ask Rod for a CD or memory stick of quick demo tracks as he is one of the best acoustic instrumentalists I’ve heard and he has a good voice. I can use them on my time lapse movies. He can hardly charge as I spent ages taking photos of him. The photos don’t take a fraction of a second but catching him looking happy is almost impossible. You can listen to demo tracks here. RIVERMAN ROD.
I am not seeing the birds but thought for our second walk I’d cut my nose off to spite my face and leave the camera in the van. I did see a female Greater Spotted Woodpecker and a flock of Siskin. No sign of the Snow Bunting by the Hay Field, not a sound of a Ptarmigan or Crested Tit I’m going to relax and let them come to me like these do.
Have a good week.
