A beautiful spring day to take a stroll in Tessier Gardens. A quiet park filled with a variety of trees and flowering shrubs, flower beds bursting with tulips, daffodils, primroses and bluebells.
Birdsong echoes around the park, bumblebees… zig zagging lazily humming .. busily buzzing everywhere and anywhere, exploring this sun-filled warm afternoon.
Time out to sit and sketch … a flask of tea… and I am totally surrounded and absorbed by these magnificent trees!
Sketch & Words: Hazel Brown
To Tessier Gardens to collect a couple of jars of tadpiddlies this afternoon.
And of course a handful of nuts for any squirrel who wants to come down and have his picture taken.
This squirrel looked a little leaner and smaller than Sammi the Squizzler. Could have been his younger cousin.
Stuffing your face with nuts is so much fun if you’re a squirrel.
Vid: Ian Nisbet
We were in Tessier Gardens last Saturday, trying to entice ‘Sammi’ the squizzler down for some peanuts.
Admittedly, we didn’t have to ‘try’ very hard. He was scrambling down that oak tree and into our cupped hands quicker than a ferret up a drainpipe.
He was having a good look at Haze, eyeballing her, checking out her peanut presenting credentials. Satisfied her intentions were friendly, he proceeded to feed gently and greedily from her hands.
We’ll have him sat on the branches of our shoulders next time, fluffed up and bushy tailed, squizzling our necks.
Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet
Tessier Gardens. The go to place in St Marychurch. Well, it must be – because we keep going there.
A peaceful oasis. No shitty yapdogs and no screechy children allowed (actually there were some kids erroneously present today)
Just a chubby tame squirrel.
Who is now known to us, if not to itself, as ‘Sammi’.
Calling out ‘Sammi!’, ‘Sammi’ doesn’t appear to evince any recognition in the animal.
However it will come squizziling across sharpish if you’ve got a bag of nuts in your hand.
It will even try to climb up your leg, mistaking it for the trunk of a small tree.
I’ll have Sammi chewing the chips off my shoulders next time.
Or possibly nibbling the acorns out of my earholes.
Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet.
In Tessier Gardens this Saturday afternoon was a very fat and very tame squirrel.
It climbed up my leg.
Think we’ll call him/her Sammi. It might well be the same Sammi Squirrel we were feeding back in the autumn.
An easy peasi warm winter this is for squirrels.
Oh, and there was also a gull doing a comical worm dance.
Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet
Would there being anything in Tessier Garden this rainy Saturday afternoon to observe and write down in our little notebooks? Well there were the spots in that umbrella……
“You hold it!”
“No, I’ll hold it !”
“Getting wet !!”
“Can’t see a thing!”
The kind of rain
That wets you through.
The wind that drives these drops.
The kind of rain…….
Is the rain kind?
A wet bench with wet
Trees dripping huge drops.
“I’m wet! ”
“I’ll hold it !”
“No I’ll hold it !”
“Let’s get under it …TOGETHER!”
The rain… Is kind!.
Picture & Poem: Hazel Brown
Scuffling about the autumn leaves nr Maidencombe beach and Tessier Gardens.
With the Sunday sun doing a great job of lighting up the flittering trees.