It has been pointed out to me that I haven’t updated this journal in several months. Not that it needed pointing out, you understand: I was painfully aware of the fact. To be honest, I had been toying with the idea of scrapping the whole thing and using the lifesgrandeur.com domain name for some other, as-yet-unidentified purpose.
I’ve been very busy, you see. I’ve been writing my book. In fact, I’ve written my book, and am now looking for a literary agent. Literary agents are extremely difficult to get hold of, apparently, but it’s definitely the thing to do, if you can manage it. And, if you can’t, there’s always the self-publishing-on-Kindle option.
And the weather has been so damn awful, you see. ‘The crappiest summer since records began,’ the Met Office said. Or something like that. So I haven’t been getting out as much as I’d like.
And then there’s the backlog, you see. I haven’t posted here since mid-June. That’s over four months’ worth of posts I would have to write. Which is a daunting prospect to say the least.
So, tell you what: why don’t I just post a whole bunch of photos of stuff I’ve seen since mid-June, with no commentary except the photo captions, and we’ll carry on from there as if nothing happened. Which it didn’t, I suppose.
Of course, this means I won’t get to tell you about all the stuff I didn’t manage to photograph, like the two female goshawk sightings in Anglesey (or, more likely, the same female goshawk twice—my first ever goshawk sightings), and the stoat that failed to spot me sitting on my favourite rock, and the peregrine falcon which flew right by my windscreen while I was stuck in a traffic jam on the M56 near Frodsham Marshes only last week. But you’re not interested in goshawks or stoats or peregrines if there aren’t any photos, are you?
So, without further ado, on with the pictures. First, a few shots I failed to include in my last post:
Common haircap moss.
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On 25th June, on a walk around the lanes, I spotted a song thrush next to the daytime moon.
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I took another walk on the Moor on 12th July—a longer walk than usual, up to High Brown Knowl:
Looking down from the Moor towards Mitchell Brothers’ Mill.
An unidentified caterpillar. (I am hopeless at caterpillars.)
A curlew circled above me, emitting alarm calls.
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On a knackering walk with friends in the Yorkshire Dales on 18th August, I added this sexton beetle to my entomological photograph collection. (But, if you look very closely, you will see that there is more than one insect in this photo.)
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And then, in September, came Anglesey: one of my favourite places in the whole world. The photos are here, and the slideshow is here, but here are a few of my better snaps:
Quite possibly my best wheatear photo so far. One of my favourite birds (and another star of my book.)
It’s pretty much guaranteed you’ll see a raven or two, if you visit the Anglesey coast these days.
This sandwich tern was fishing by the rocks every day. It had a newly fledged chick in tow, and was teaching it how to fish—feeding its lazy and noisy offspring in the process.
I looked for them every morning, and was eventually rewarded with the sight of a group of three or four bottlenose dolphins heading off across the bay.
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And, other than a couple more walks which did not yield any photos of note, that’s about it. We’re up to date!