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. I find three months no trouble, any longer and I’m visualising Mumbles Pier, me striding purposefully towards it (icecream in mind) and the sea quivering beside me, all salt-skim and angry energy.
Of course, there’s a lot to love about my current surroundings and I’ve been out and about, in search of wildlife once more. Yesterday, Hubs and I went driving through the country estate we live beside. We saw fish, quick and flinty in the clear waters for the first time this year. As we lingered, a dipper flew in, all airspeed and artistry.
We continued to explore and Hubs soon spotted two wild ducks, dallying in a boggy stretch of land, their heads barely bobbing up at eyeline. I only caught sight of them as they took flight and became a blur of wings. As the rain swept in, we took refuge in the car and travelled through the farmyard. I felt sorry for the soggy lambs and calves. I know, they’re built for the outdoors, but they’re only babies.
The wildlife story didn’t end there, rumbling up the hill towards home, we caught sight of a bird in the trees. It was of similar size to a song thrush but looked slightly different. I thought I detected a flush of pink, but may have been mistaken. Its call was very distinctive, with a rattling quality and Hubs reckons it was a mistle thrush.
We’ve also had another visit from our resident bunny-rabbit, although he ran under the car when we tried to make conversation! He is a very large animal . . . I don’t know where he’s getting all the carrots from! I just hope he stays safe and we get to see more of him.
In writing news, I’ve been trying my hand at microfiction and have completed a second short story in a literary style. It needs a good edit but I’m not sure if that will happen today. I’m feeling rather rebellious and may just set off on a long walk somewhere. My homesickness has its positive side, as I started scribbling a few lines of verse on a Swansea theme earlier. As long as the words stay friendly and don’t get unruly, I will be content!
Missing Swansea, Cherishing Wildlife.