All Good Things


All good things must come to an end, or so they say. And so: to the last weekend of our holiday. Actually, these photos were all taken on the Friday. The Saturday was rather damp. I still got out for a walk and took lots of photos of a hugely varied selection of fungi, but I must have only had my phone with me and the photos are all hopelessly blurred. On the Sunday, I was out so late that the few photos I took were almost completely dark, but for a thin line of light along the western horizon.


Red Admiral.

On the Friday then, I was out in the garden, drawn out by the butterflies on the Buddleia. A subsequent walk took me past this old postbox on Cove Road…


To The Cove itself…


And thence onto The Lots where I hoped to find…


Autumn Lady’s-tresses flowering.


These are tiny plants, extremely easy to miss, but once you’ve spotted a couple your eye seems to tune in, and pretty soon you’re realising that there are loads dotted about. In ‘Wild Orchids of Great Britain and Ireland’ David Lang says that Autumn Lady’s-tresses are mainly distributed in the southern half of England, so we must be lucky to have them on The Lots and at Jack Scout.


The Latin name is Spiranthes spiralis, the second part of which presumably refers to the way that the flowers spiral around the stem.


Carline Thistle.


Maybe not the most promising flower – a brown thistle, but I’m very fond of them.


As you can probably tell.


Small Tortoiseshell Butterfly.


An Inman Oak.



Back in the garden, the seedheads on the Staghorn Sumach caught my eye…


Apparently this can be used as a seasoning, and something similar is used in the Middle East – I haven’t plucked up the courage to try it yet.

Earlier in the summer we’d seen a lactating Roe Deer hind on our patio and I wondered if she had hidden a fawn, or fawns, nearby.


Then we had a few visits from a hind, possibly the same one, with two fawns in tow. That’s the hind at the top of the post.


The fawns’ white spots were beginning to disappear, but were still visible.


They came right up under the kitchen windows. I was particularly pleased to catch the mother whilst she was in the sun, because that way you can see the wonderful colour of their summer coats.


They’ve been back since, or at least a similar family have, but now have duller, winter fur and the fawns have completely lost their spots.


I took this photo, as I often do, to remind me to go to the advertised talk. Which, a couple of weeks later, I duly did. Very good it was too.

I’ve seen Brian Yorke talk before. He’s very knowledgable and funny to boot. Unless you live locally, you might not have the chance to to catch up with one of his talks on flowers or ferns or bird migration, but he does have an excellent website where you can keep up with his latest finds and quirky drawings.

Anyway, back to the Friday: in the evening, we met with some friends for a beach bonfire, a chinwag and a few convivial drinks…


I think that it was our good friend G who suggested the event.


I hope it becomes a regular thing.


B seemed to enjoy hunting for driftwood logs to sit on and/or burn.


Sitting around a fire on a beach inevitably has me thinking back nostalgically to happy weekends on the Welsh coast a long time ago, with a different group of friends.

Finally, one last image of a Roe Deer, this time one of the young ones, as it passed through a sunny spot beneath our kitchen window…


All Good Things

13 thoughts on “All Good Things

    1. beatingthebounds says:

      ‘Beach’ probably needs some clarification in this context – it’s a strip of shingle on the edge of a vast expanse of estuarine mudflats. Not that that detracted from the experience. You’re absolutely right – we should do it again and often. Maybe when it’s warmed up again and there’s some light after 4pm though.

    1. beatingthebounds says:

      If there were beautiful sandy beaches here, then we wouldn’t ever have been able to afford a house here, so….I’ll settle for shingle and mud!

  1. We don’t get deer in the back yard round here! A bonus of living up in Silverdale I guess, as is the opportunity to have an evening with friends round a bonfire on the beach.

  2. I know I’ve said this before and that deer are relatively common but I still love these photos and am always pleased to see them on the odd occasion down here. Beach bonfires are something we should definitely do more often. We had them regularly when I was kid down in Wales.

    1. beatingthebounds says:

      I agree. It’s never become a regular occurrence at Towyn, because, I think, we leave the beach so late to eat. If we ever get something sorted for next year, we shall have to hatch a plan.

      1. I don’t think Towyn has much in the way of stuff to burn. Me and Matt managed a bonfire once and vowed to do the same the following year. There was absolutely nothing to burn and there hasn’t been since. Maybe as it’s facing north. The beach where my Nan had the caravan always has an endless supply of driftwood.

        1. beatingthebounds says:

          Likewise the shingle beaches around Morecambe Bay. There are many rivers flowing into the bay, so that probably makes sense.

  3. Beach bonfires definitely get a thumbs up from me, especially if there’s also beer, coffee and the odd toasted marshmallow.
    We have deer in this part of North Worcestershire, however they’re usually very secretive and timid, tending to keep to the wooded areas (sadly they are increasingly becoming hemmed in by housing.) however I did see one the other night standing by the side of the lane (well camouflaged in some tall seed heads). I only spotted her because her head turned towards the car as I drove past.

    1. beatingthebounds says:

      I think Roe Deer are a relative success story, having been able to repopulate many areas where they had once disappeared, but the ever pressing need for housing is bound to have an impact I suppose. I’m not sure about coffee, but beer and marshmallows were definitely consumed. Since we walked to the bonfire, and I’m watching my carbs, I was drinking wee nips of Southern Comfort. Oh – and tea – I took my stove!

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