Where the Wild Things Are

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Nothing to do with Maurice Sendak’s evocative book I’m afraid, apart from the fact that I’ve appropriated his title. I have been thinking of launching into another of my occasional polemics, but I’ve decided that I enjoyed this walk too much to turn the account of it into an intemperate rant. So lets suffice to say that ‘where the wild things are’ is not in some distant, untouched, inviolate wilderness, but is on our doorstep, all around us. Nature lives cheek by jowl with manunkind: it doesn’t have much choice.

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Leaving aside the downsides of that fact – since I’ve decided not to rant – one happy consequence is that the wildness and wet, the weeds and the wilderness, can still be appreciated by anybody prepared to step outside their doors.

All through the winter months the fields around the village are full of birds probing the soil for food. Rooks and jackdaws, sometimes curlews, but most noticeably flocks of oystercatchers.

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My attempts to take photographs of them have not generally been very successful, and once again, the presence of me and my camera spooked the oystercatchers, along with a couple of stray black-headed gulls, but at least I caught them sweeping away this time.

It was E.E.Cummings again who provoked my pondering the relationship between man and nature:

when serpents bargain for the right to squirm
and the sun strikes to gain a living wage –
when thorns regard their roses with alarm
and rainbows are insured against old age

when every thrush may sing no new moon in
if all screech-owls have not okayed his voice
– and any wave signs on the dotted line
or else an ocean is compelled to close

when the oak begs permission of the birch
to make an acorn – valleys accuse their
mountains of having altitude – and march
denounces april as a saboteur

then we’ll believe in that incredible
unanimal mankind (and not until)

Not the hymn to spring I keep promising I know, but it’s another new addition to my growing list of favourites.

Anyway, this was half-term’s final Saturday afternoon and a meandering beating of the bounds, a glorious final fling for the holiday. (I did briefly get out on Sunday, but it was drizzling when I set-off and it went downhill weatherwise from there, so we’ll draw a veil over that.) The rest of the crew were furiously stitching Little S’s new teddy bear so I was once again on my own.

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Looking into Lambert’s Meadow.

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In Burtonwell Wood there were more snowdrops to enjoy and a shy pair of roe deer who escaped through the trees long before I could even retrieve my camera from its case.

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Larches and beeches. The right-most of the two beeches has a holly growing out of a hollow in its trunk. (The holly doesn’t have too many leaves though – I wonder whether it is struggling.)

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New leaves! Honeysuckle always makes an early showing.

I was improvising a trajectory which busily went nowhere. On Heald Brow, which I haven’t visited for a while, there’s a loop of permission path which perfectly suited the circuitous curlicues of my route. Whilst wandering I encountered…

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…what I assume is another of the village’s many wells.

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Heald Brow is dimpled with meadow ant mounds.

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Some of which have been got at….

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…I presume either by badgers or by green woodpeckers.

A supermoon had brought unusually high tides which had left the salt marshes flooded…

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This departure from the norm was too much to resist and so I took the steep path which headed down in that direction.

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The raised bank which has held back the flooding here is Quaker’s Stang – an old sea defence.

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This darksome burn, horseback brown,
His rollrock highroad roaring down,

Generally there’s a small trickle of water here, a tributary of Quicksand Pool, which drains Leighton Moss. On this occasion it was flowing with quite some volume, power and noise.

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This ash tree was still carrying buds –  I suspect it was left here by the receding waters and I think the same probably applies to the shingle ‘beach’ beneath it.

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I’m pretty shaky when identifying wading birds, but I’m hoping that the new camera will help with that. This is a redshank.

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Quicksand Pool.

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The old quay at Jenny Brown’s Point.

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I had intended to head up onto Jack Scout, but rounding the corner I found that the sand was firm and decided to continue round back to the village. ( It wouldn’t have worked without wellies; I had to wade an ankle deep channel.)

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The sun was heading towards the horizon; the wind was blowing cold and fresh; the views were expansive. Sometimes the ‘wildness and wet’ are not too hard to find.

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Arnside Knott.

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Noisy creatures gulls, but I’ve often noticed that, around sunset, they can been observed ghosting silently out into The Bay, drifting by overhead.

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Fish eggs.

Once again I was stalking oystercatchers. This time they let me get a bit closer.

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I took a few pictures of the birds. Then a picture of the sunset, or two. Then moved slowly a little closer to the oystercatchers.

Finally, the birds patience with me ran out and I almost got the birds and the sunset together….

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This was only an afternoon stroll….

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…but it was a real corker!

Roll on the next staycation.

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Where the Wild Things Are

13 thoughts on “Where the Wild Things Are

    1. beatingthebounds says:

      This created an image which had me chuckling.
      Then it occurred to me that you might not know Teddy Tea Tours Blog:
      http://teddytourteas.blogspot.co.uk/
      …Danny seems to be having a long break from blogging but there’s plenty of interesting stuff in his archive, including many, many teddy bear shots.
      Of course, when I’m on my own I talk to myself anyway – less arguments that way.

      1. I enjoyed that link – a very nice teddy! I used to talk to Dixie all the time, but am a bit dogless at the moment with Tilly not been too well and fit either. Maybe I need a teddy too…..

  1. Looks a grand afternoon walk. I had a walk around Jenny Brown’s Point from Silverdale a couple of weekends ago and really enjoyed it. I was amazed at how far on the signs of spring were compared to my home area east of the Pennines. Some folk were even walking in T-shirts!

    1. beatingthebounds says:

      Hi David,
      It wasn’t Saturday 21st of Feb was it? I passed a chap, fairly late in the afternoon, by the long wall which extends out into the bay. He had what I took to be a full-frame camera set-up on a tripod. I wanted to say hello, but, typically English, didn’t. I shall be doubly annoyed if it was you that I missed an opportunity to introduce myself to.

      1. It was the weekend of 14th Feb when we were there, I think. We stayed at the Gibralter farm campsite just outside of Silverdale and head over your way several times a year so our paths may cross at some stage. I will keep an eye out 🙂

        1. beatingthebounds says:

          Oh yes – the weather that Saturday was lovely. I was over at Haweswater that day. We were at Gibraltar Farm this weekend collecting some unpasteurised milk for an experiment (TBH is a science teacher). I shall look forward to bumping into you!

  2. Another grand walk. Stunning light in those photos, one of the advantages of winter over summer.

    I talk to myself as well when out walking. I’m always right so it’s always a friendly and convivial chat

    1. beatingthebounds says:

      The mole hills are ‘spoil heaps’ – quite irregular, usually piled soil, they don’t seem to grass over – i think they are quite lose and must get flattened eventually. The ants nest are constructions – steep sided and flat on the top. They’ve been there for years – I don’t know how long. They have grass growing on them, and often other small low-growing plants. If you dig into them with your fingers, you find lots of tiny yellow ants.

        1. beatingthebounds says:

          I think that there are…..well, over 20 species of ant in the UK. We have at least 2 kinds in our lawn – small black ones and some slightly larger red ones. Neither build mounds but will build their nests up under nothing left for too long on the lawn. The meadow ants are yellow and build mounds, some of which can be quite large. A few years ago B and I found some enormous mounds on Yewbarrow a small hill just across the far side of the Kent estuary.

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