Month: October 2016

On the Beach

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Looking out……
Looking……where?
Through a thin veil
To a cold sea….dancing
To the rhythm of a New Moon.
Tireless urgent waves
Gnaw at my feet
Surfaces shift with sad sighing.
There are depths out there
Where dream creatures dive
In their eye-blind element
Unbounded by memory.
Paper thin gulls drift
Shiftless and silent on
This heavy-breathing
Body of blown sea.
Pungent bladder wrack, wrecks..
Heaves…like old clothes
All washed up.
The weight of rock
The insubstantial cliff
Is poised to fall
Spilling it’s billion year
Jurassic secrets
Into the sea’s stormy deeps
Witnessed only by Buzzard and Kestrel.
Then My child remembered dream,
A Labyrinth  of hollows and shadows
Gets snagged
Where sea meets land…
On an edge…..
A Ledge…..?
And I’m Looking…….?
No where!

Words: Hazel Brown (Oct 2016)

Little Bradley Ponds

First visit on Saturday to Little Bradley Ponds near Bovey Tracey. Apparently its ‘dragonfly heaven’.

The morning sun had already been obscured by thick wodges of cloud by the time we got there (around 11) We sit on the spongy rim of the pond munching our hogs pud sarnies staring out at the gentle pitter patter of rain on the lily pads. No dragonflies today.

Today the forecast is better, so we shoot up there again; plonk ourselves down on the rim of the pond again with hogs pud and bacon sarnies, flask of coffee, flapjacks, hoola hoops. And wait.

Here they come, flashing around everywhere: dancing red darters ovipositing; and chasing emperors (or southern hawkers, we still aren’t sure which) hunting. The thrill that wasn’t here yesterday is back again as the hawkers whizz around our heads so fast. Its almost impossible to get the camera on them.

Big clots of clouds keep blotting out the sun. The sun-sense in the dragonflies is so acute they immediately stop flying; it’s like they need the sun’s light for their eyes and the sun’s warm in their wings to come alive.

It’s peaceful here though. No walkers hording around. No dogs. No kids screeching. We’ve got this dragonfly pond all to ourselves. It’s ours. We’ve claimed it for the day.

This pond has got a little island centering it, and lily pads polka dotting the surface. It’s surrounded and sheltered by trees. On a hot sunny summer day this pond would indeed be dragonfly heaven.

And it’s not been too bad today either. I’m getting enough glimpses of these greeny blue whizzers to make this vid.

By 4 o’clock we’ve packed up and gone – whizzing back to Torquay in a trice. Feeling like we’ve got what we went for: a lovely dragonfly afternoon of peace and tranquility. Another ‘gold medal moment’.

A place to return to. Next spring perhaps. With a tent.

Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet

Mazey Hazey’s Dreams

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I wanted a snorey Monster! Instead I got this sweet little faerie maid. Too lovely (drawn) to be made fun of (on that daft blog) So she’s going to have to snuggle up here on this nice blog!

This be Mazey Hazey,,,,,,,,she bit sleepy,,,,,,,,haddum too much
to undo……..yawn yawn,,,,,,,,haddum,,,,,,,,down-beat upsets
off-frown frets,,,,,,,de-wrinkle worries,,,,,,,un-sorely sorries
on-scurry hurries,,,,,,,,,with-dither daze,,,,,,,,,re-idle laze
not Shoo! Shoo!,,,,,,,,,,,but ssshh ssssh,,,,,,,,,,
make hasties,,,,,,,,,un-rush awaze,,,,,,,,,,yawn yawn

“Oh goodness me!,,,,,,,time for nice nap,,,,,,,methinks”
she thinks,,,,,,get some shuteyed,,,,,,an off-footed,,,,,an lie-legged
an soft-bummed,,,,,,yawn yawn yawn,,,,,,at least four,,,,,,,, yawn
and ,,,,,,yawn,,,,, fortywinks,,,,,,,,mmmmm lubby lubblee

Be sleep soon,,,,,,,,,,,,,she be………………………………
in Land of Nod……..bemazed by…………dreams of Yores
yawn……….yawn…………. yawn……………
mmmmmm yep…..mmmm…. Yummly…………

Don’t wake her up
if she zzzzz SNO……zzzz….SNOR zzzzzz SNORE….zzzzz ….. Ssssss
her……… sleepins…………
zzzzz …SN…..zzzzz SNO….zzzz …. RE….zzzzz ….Sssss
are her……..zzzz….maze…….haze………..
zzzzz….SNO……zzzzz……NO….zzzz……RE……zzzzz…….Sssss
of faerie feelins
zzzzz….SNO……zzzzz……NO….zzzz……RE……zzzzz…….Sssss
unseemly seemins
zzzzz….SNO……zzzzz……NO….zzzz……RE……zzzzz…….Sssss
marvelous meanins
zzzzz….SNO……zzzzz……NO….zzzz……RE……zzzzz…….Sssss

Drawing: Hazel Brown; Words: Ian Nisbet

Some Paignton Zooers

A few pictures from last weeks visit to Paignton zoo.

An albino lechwe sat quietly ruminating, aloofly detached.

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Don’t think he could be the fella fighting the male who jumped over the back fence and into a suburban driveway last week. Too white and too docile to be a bad bully guy  (sadly the escaped male had to be put down)

This baboony couple were ‘at it’ constantly. Or perhaps, more accurate to say, he was ‘at’ her constantly.

When baboon ladies are ‘on’ their bottom bit is swollen up something scandalous.

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Here’s an Emperor Tamarin replete with tufty tufts tache.

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Didn’t have enough time to have fun with him (or her) (like we’d had with the tufted puffins at Living Coasts)

Here’s the emu again (I put on the vid)

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I’m not zooming up here, I was stood this close to it. Daft ain’t it?!

It kept nodding off.

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I wanted to find it funny. And it was in a way (absurd looking)

But also giving off something wearily forlorn and melancholic.

Finally, is this stork seen as we were walking towards the exit

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How dapper he is, like a fusty old gent. Shame about the netting.

I could put more photo’s on but I think this’ll do.

Words & Photo’s: Ian Nisbet