The Ginger Kitten and Queen of the Doorstep. I saw the sweetest little ginger kitten the other day. She was snuggled up to her Mum...
I've noticed a gathering of birds in my garden, lately. Not a menacing gathering, reminiscent of Daphne du Maurier's 'The Birds', but a bright, babbling chorus of goldfinch, chaffinch, blackbird, wagtail and swallow.
This year Father's Day was bitter sweet. I didn't get to spend the day with my Dad but I did come face to face with a wagtail who gave me the wisdom of wildlife.
On a recent visit to my home town of Swansea, I tried to think of something a bit different to do. My husband and I were meeting a friend and the options were slightly limited, due to my pregnancy and the fact that I've been getting some pain on my right side. Suddenly, I remembered Plantasia in Parc Tawe - it's got insects, fish and animals, as well as lots of greenery and exotic blooms, doesn't take too long to walk around and also has a coffee shop.
Our first family holiday - myself, hubs, our baby, and The Cliffs of Moher. Although the weather was rather grey and an edgy wind accompanied us, it seemed fitting as we breathed in the landscape, the sheer scale of the cliffs and their brooding, domineering presence. Tourists swarmed in all directions. Any time we paused to take a photo, a person appeared beside us.
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!
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.
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.
I've been back to Killonerry, reflecting, relaxing and spotting the sights of summer. As I let my mind wander a trio of dogs came into sight, a lean and rangy lurcher, a cheeky black terrier and a bouncy, sandy-coloured Alsation cross.