We’re Going On A Squirrel Hunt


Yesterday when I walked the dogs the park was alive with squirrels but guess who forgot his camera?

So today camera in hand we tried again.


None here?


None in the trees


None in the park anywhere


Maybe tomorrow.

No squirrels were harmed in the making of this blog !

Living in God’s Own Country

I was born and bred in Yorkshire and after twenty years living away I moved back about 12 years ago for various reasons. Although we live in an old and run down former mill town in West Yorkshire we are very close to some of the most beautiful parts of the world. If I travel an hour or so West I can be on the coast, however that would be Lancashire and no-one goes there! If I travel East an hour or so I can be by the sea In Whitby, Sands End or Filey. South I can visit the Peak District in Derbyshire but if I travel North I’m in God’s backyard, the Yorkshire Dales.


Ribblehead viaduct is on the Settle to Carlisle rail line beloved by rail enthusiast the world over. Its a fabulous piece of architecture whether you’re a train buff or not and with a Swaledale sheep sauntering into view as iconically Yorkshire as you can get.

The Dales are full of wildlife from leaping salmon in the Ribble, peregrines nesting on Malham Cove, red deer on the moors to birds just grabbing a bite to eat.


There are also a lot of waterfalls in the Dales and one of the most impressive is Hardraw Force reputed to be the highest single drop waterfall in England. Not only is the Force an impressive sight it has to be in the strangest location because to get to it you have to go through the village pub. It doesn’t get much better than grabbing a pint of local ale and marvelling at a hundred foot high waterfall.


Its noisy, wet and muddy but definitely somewhere to take family and friends when they come to visit. And many of you will already have seen the Force without realising it. Its where Maid Marion spied on Robin Hood (Kevin Costner) in Prince of Thieves. If you can’t get enough of this movie Aysgarth Falls, about 30 minutes drive away, is where Robin fought Little John in the river.


Simple to see really why they call it God’s Own Country


Garrulus Glandarius, That’s A Tick

Yesterday in my very best Arnie/Terminator voice I vowed I’d be back because I’d seen another bird on my tick list but who refused to step into the limelight.

Although they are the most colourful member of the crow family, jays are actually quite difficult to see. A flash of colour and a loud screech are all I’d managed till today.


So I can tick the Jay off my list but I’m sure I can get a much better shot of both the Jay and the Woodpecker so again I’ll Be Back.


Now what’s next?

Another Tick on My Photography To Do List

As you may know I’m on a bit of a photography mission at the moment with my to see list, and today I ticked off another.

I had been out for a walk yesterday and got chatting to a couple who pointed me in the direction of a local nature reserve which I hadn’t visited before. I always feel a bit useless when I discover something virtually on my doorstep which I haven’t bothered to visit so this morning I decided to go and have a look.

The reserve is well managed and there is a bird feeding site with screens and benches as well as plenty of food available.  There was a regular stream of small visitors to get shots of and also a very helpful local who I got chatting with and who turned out to be the chairman of the volunteer group who run the site.



He kindly pointed out what some of the birds I didn’t recognise were and then casually said ” and that’s a female great spotted woodpecker”



He then gave me a load of camera tips and tricks and invited me along to a photography workshop they are planning. Once again I’ve met great  friendly people willing to share their knowledge with a complete stranger and I’ve ticked off my woodpecker. I’m already planning to go back tomorrow as I spotted another member of my list !!



Misheard Lyrics

I’m sure we’ve all come across these from time to time but I just realised what my wife was singing to the Beachboys song Fun Fun Fun.
Where Brian and the boys sing

” And she’ll have fun fun fun till her daddy takes the T-Bird away”

my wife was singing a much darker version of what her father was planning!!!

” And she’ll have fun fun fun till her Daddy takes her to her grave”

From now on I will be taking the advice of Metallica and sleeping with One Eye Open !!!!!

A Walk on the Surreal Side

Last night a trip to the local theatre for an evening of comedy. And a evening which you knew could go either way.

For any one who doesn’t know him Noel Fielding is a British comedian, actor and musician and he’s to say the least completely away with the fairies. I’ve not watched any of his TV series and just know him as a team captain on a music quiz. But I do like where he goes when he takes a surreal tangent into his own weird world.

So as previously stated this evenings entertainment could go either way and it certainly did.


The first half was more your usual stand up comedy just without any real jokes. Don’t get me wrong it was very funny but I think the wife would have nodded off or gone to the bar. And when I say the first half featured an animatronic Dark Side of the Moon, a plasticine Joey Ramone and an argument with Antonio Banderas being resolved with the use of tennis’s Hawkeye technology you may well have joined her for a large glass of some strong alcohol. Or a toke on whatever Noel had been enjoying.

And who would have thought that whenever Mick Jagger does his trademark clap on stage he is actually scaring away monkeys.


The second half was just something else, The Mighty Boosh side of the audience lapped it up but apart from a few moments and some very clever real world to plasticine world moments it whooshed over my head. There was some audience participation, a New York detective, a randy triangle, a rescue from a farting reverse minotaur and David Bowie stealing a baby.

joey noel2

But it was fun, it was certainly a different place to spend my Friday night and I still managed to fit in a few pints afterwards.

So if you fancy an evening you’re unlikely to understand with some genuine big laughs and a chicken with a real Southern drawl get yourself along to An Evening With Noel Fielding.