I went down to the woods and sure enough, a big surprise awaited me. My usual path to the stream (and on to the frogspawn, I delight in spotting every year) was blocked by a host of fallen trees.
As February hovers on the horizon, I’m seeing out January with a few treats to counter the wind, rain and wintry showers.
I’m always looking for something to watch on these quiet winter nights – particularly now that I’ve read all the books I was given for Christmas. For me, BBC 1’s ‘Hidden Kingdoms’ is a current highlight.
Are you ready for part 2 of my West Cork adventure? Last week, I shared my Schull and Harvest Moon Festival experience. This week, I’m reflecting on time spent at Mizen Head, Barley Cove and Glengariff.
Ducklings, cygnets on the verge of becoming swans, adult swans – these were the sights that met my eyes as I arrived in Cahir, County Tipperary, last Friday. The cygnets were like mousy adolescents – unsure of themselves in the company of swans, but brave enough to chase a duckling or two! Hubs and I couldn’t resist a riverside stroll.
If you follow me on Twitter or Facebook, you may have heard me mention my new family of three – the swallow chicks! Ok, so they’re not quite mine, but as their nest is situated just a few feet from my door I have adopted the ‘watchful aunty’ role and I think we’re beginning to bond!
Imagine the scene. My husband cheerfully mowing the lawn, when a sudden movement catches his eye. Is it a rat, a mouse with a mohawk? No, it’s a hedgehog. Cue, sigh of relief!
The heatwave seemed to invigorate all the small creatures that live around my house. While I lay listlessly on the sofa, watching the ‘mountain men’ scramble for a podium place in the Tour de France, they babbled, squabbled and, in the case of the flies, circled meaningfully.
With all the warm weather, my life took a turn for the joyful last week with a series of day trips, sea views and good times. A friend and I decided our summer wardrobes could do with an update and embarked on a sunny day trip to Cork City. On the way, we stopped at Youghal to buy sunscreen and admire the sparkly sea views.
A rabbit family have moved into my garden. Talk about Watership Down, it’s Watership overflowing out there! Firstly, Hubs and I spotted a large rabbit, then a medium sized one, then a baby and finally two babies . . . I know, it sounds like the rabbit version of Goldie Locks and the Three Bears.
I’m missing Swansea this week; the place, the feel, my family and friends back home. I enjoy life in Ireland but sometimes I just get this ache . . . It’s probably because it’s over four months since my last visit.
Swallows and rabbits, oh my! Yes, I am happy to confirm that the swallows are back and a rabbit has taken up residence in my garden. I’m delighted, it’s just a pity the weather can’t stay as even-tempered!
I’ve been enjoying a peaceful and reflective Easter, filled with walks and wildlife. It started with the sun on Good Friday, when hubs and I decided to revisit a favourite walk, last undertaken in May of 2012.
I went walking in the snow on Saturday. It wasn’t intentional. Hubs and I had been out most of the day, seeing family and shopping at the supermarket. A walk seemed like the perfect tonic, a moment just for us.
My days are awash with wildlife. A bat moved into my house over the weekend, not a word of notice, just made himself at home over the backdoor.
If you’re a regular reader, you’ll know that hubs and I are enthusiastic seaside explorers. We’re out in all weathers, just waiting for the thrill of sand underfoot and waves on the horizon. Our latest adventure took place in Stradbally, County Waterford.
I hope I’m not going to jinx Waterford by saying this but we seem to have escaped the snow. That’s not to say Jack Frost hasn’t shaken us firmly by the numb hand. We did experience a gentle flurry yesterday, but it never looked close to delivering the full horror of a snowstorm.
I went for an invigorating stroll on Bonmahon beach over the weekend. I also faced my fears of dissolving into a public cacophony of tears, by going to see Les Mis. I am nothing, if not a survivor!
I refuse to do ‘The January Blues’ this year. Not interested. Instead, I’m following a rainbow, not literally, of course. I know all that ‘Wizard of Oz’ stuff isn’t real. But, in a murky month like January colours take on a greater significance.
You know me, I’m ahead of the trend. I’m already Winter Watching, way before BBC’s Winter Watch even hits our screens. I’m definitely watching, because I’m not moving very much. In fact, I’m sitting shotgun in the car with Hubs at the wheel, while I swivel my head to my heart’s content.