Before that however on Wednesday I had a 4am start from the house as I had to get to WWT Slimbridge before 5am. Having gone to bed at 9.30pm then woken by the hire car company dropping the keys through my door at 10.50pm, I finally managed to stagger out and be bright eyed and bushy tailed by 4am. I was met by the head of WWT press and publicity who looked (well it's ungallant of me to say so) but looked as though she'd had a good night avoiding sleep in any form, as she drove into the carpark holding a mug of coffee in one hand. As it transpired she'd been up editing until 1am, so we'll let her off..
As you may imagine by 1pm that afternoon when I'd got back home I wasn't in best form so after a snooze, my mind was made up to have a day off the following day, Thursday, as I had already booked Friday off. A long weekend was what I needed.
After about 4 or 5 pleasant and sedentary miles I reached Great Bedwyn, where a local shop caught my eye. Travelling at that speed makes me hungry.
But enough of this frivolity, I was off again, legs like egg whisks along the back lanes to the Crofton Pumping House, and a pot of tea.
Who's have thought dark satanic mills would be visible in Wiltshire's rural countryside?
Giving plenty time for a few arty photos.
A busy day, so on Sunday we just had a leisurely morning down at the coast in Tyneside.
The view north past Marsden rock and to the Tyne
Father and son. I'd drunk my coffee already!
A day later I was back in Bristol and work, reflecting on 4 days of travelling to many diverse places and many strange and uplifting natural encounters with wildlife. I've not been a fan of August before, but August 2010 has so far been wonderful. I'd love to see that brown hare again in the Ingram valley, just sitting there watching us, watching him, watching us..... truly uplifting.