In yesterday's edition of my semi-regular blatherings I told the gripping tale of our visit to Northam Burrows, and how we saw a flock of curlews. Much to my irritation, I was not able to video the curlews for On The Track (mainly because the video camera battery was flat, and like a bloody idiot I hadn't got around to checking or recharging it), so today I decided to return.
I also forgot to visit Boots yesterday to buy my weekly ration of diabetic shortbread (memo to self: if I regulalry praise Boots diabetic shortbread enough, do you think they well send me a free supply?) so, as Corinna had lots of things to do today, Graham and Prudence and I set off (with no less than three video cameras) and drove to Northam Burrows. We were late arriving, and - sod's law - we saw no curlews at all, although the shelducks we saw yesterday were still there.
Do you agree?
We had what passes as a brisk walk for Prudence and me (which means that we ambled about for about half an hour) and then trotted back to the car. Apart from a verbal altercation between Prudence and a cheeky young terrier (who started it, honest), the walk passed without incident.
We drove to Bideford to buy the shortbread, and found - to my irritation - that Boots had closed ten minutes early, but there was a spectacular display of starlings flocking and doing aerobatics above Bideford Bridge, so we amused ourselves filming them for a while, and then went home.
And today's title? Check this out (and I guarantee that Syd will hate it):
The hunt for British Big Cats attracts far more newspaper column inches than any other cryptozoological subject.
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In November Sahar Dimus, our guide on four CFZ Sumatra expeditions, died of liver failure leaving a widow Lucy and four Children. On the 2nd November, Dezyama D. Sangma, wife of our friend and colleague Dipu Marak, our collaborator on the 2010 Indian expedition died, leaving her grieving husband and two small children.
