Not Quite Scilly

Every spring a zillion birds pile up the English Channel en route to their northern breeding grounds. Ducks, terns, skuas, waders etc. I don...

Here I am, tippy-tapping away on the laptop within the cosy confines of my nice new man cave. Life is sweet. Aside from the weather I have l...

As I type it is raining again, a thin drizzle. The sky is grey, visibility is poor. All is gloom... Or so it appears. We live towards the ...

There must be something about February... Several of my fellow bloggers have been moved to talk about their libraries. Is it the long, dar...

When I was a young angler in the 1970s a waxed cotton Barbour jacket was part of the uniform. My first was a Solway Zipper . This was the Ba...

Whenever I'm working in the Seaton area I do try to wind up next to the Axe Estuary at lunch time. At this time of year there's alwa...

A couple of months ago I made a small effort to unearth blogs written by young birders. By 'young' I mean under 25 or so. I found no...