Thursday 29 December 2016

Twitching: A second mega rarity

Red-necked Buzzard, Melkhoutfontein.
The summer has been awash with rarities across South Africa and I had been seeing the emails notifications from New Zealand, then in Johannesburg and Millstream the timing was not great and now, at last, I am in Cape Town and free to pursue a few of the specials that are still hanging around.
Today the destination was Melkhoutfontein just before Stilbaai, a 650km roundtrip from our apartment. We were up at 3.30am, coffee and a rusk and we then hit the road. A moody, cool sunrise over Sir Lowries Pass before a lovely drive along the N2 to Riversdale for breakfast at the old hotel in the town centre.   
An hour later we were in place and nervously birding. 
The target:
A  RED-NECKED BUZZARD, the 8th record for Southern Africa and only the 2nd for South Africa....

We had some fellow birders with us most of the day and we staked out various locations. We wandered up and down the Melkhoutfontein road for many hours. A pair of Jackal Buzzards were a distraction while we scanned pylons and the skies. We drove into Stilbaai to have a look see and very quickly left - too busy and too distracting.

Back to the hunt. After about 5 hours we got a call from one of the stakeout points, the Buzzard had been located! A mad scurry, just in time to see the bird fly off, we then resorted to an off road chase in the Audi and at the end of the road we were treated to a perfect sighting. 

What a thrill and very exciting to get a second mega rarity in a week.

And then the subtle pleasure of provisioning gold award evo oil from Gabrielskloof, crisp Gabrielskloof Viognier wines for New Year, export quality apples from Elgin....all so nice.

Saturday 24 December 2016

Twitching: a Temminck's Stint at Strandfontein





Fortunately my Christmas shopping is done and we are joining the Hadfield's for lunch tomorrow.

So my first priority, having arrived in Cape Town yesterday, was an early morning visit to the Strandfontein Sewage Works which is grabbing headlines at the moment with all it's specials - Red-necked Phalarope, American Golden Plover, Pectoral Sandpiper and the target for Fred and me, the very rare Temminck's Stint.

I had read the message below on Facebook, posted by Trevor Hardaker, and when it comes to rarities his pleasure is infectious. This mega rarity had arrived in late November at Strandfontien and has been was creating a stir in the birding world ever since.

"The bird of the moment and one that has turned my week upside down... this is only the 7th record for Southern Africa (and 3rd for South Africa) with none this century and also became the 916th species that I have now personally seen in Southern Africa. Big smiles...:)
Temminck’s Stint – Temminckstrandloper – Calidris temminckii

Strandfontein Sewage Works

04 December 2016"


Fred getting his fabulous photos at the Temminck's twitch earlier today.

I gritted my teeth and crossed thumbs that this rarity would hang around a bit longer than the Rufous-tailed Scrub-robin which I had missed by a day. The twitch was in full swing when we arrived, cameras, lenses, scopes and birders with binocs ready and lined up along P1. Locals, visitors from George and Fred and me.

The stint had been seen, had flown off but we were assured that it circled back to mostly the same spot.

Patience paid off, the tiny wader made its appearance - I had been watching Faansie Peacock's Youtube video of his twitch and had made a note of all his ID points. I paid attention to the 'short greenish legs, its plain brown color, the broad breastband, indistinct facial markings, very long tail and tertials and its horizontal, low-sung carriage'
My early Xmas gift! Temminck's Stint.
Yay. What a way to celebrate the 'rear-end' of 2016.....my bird number 767 for Southern Africa.

Just love this photo of the Temminck's Stint! Well done Fred.

Generations: a grandson called James

The pleasure of my first grandchild, baby James Ennis Kerr born on the 8th September. The next generation is here.

Nine weeks ago I flew to Wellington, New Zealand to be with Shawni and Craig, to help out a little and of course to meet James. So little and so precious.

If I was still doing my alphabet blog, it would have been J for Joy.

Since we have all gotten back, Jamie has been passed around his family and friends in Johannesburg, at Millstream and in Cape Town; and he takes it all in his stride, sometimes with a big smile but most often with a slightly quizzical look.

I love been Nan.

The new mantle sits easy and I am smiling as I remember a quote from a book Di gave me - "Being a grandparent is the reward for not having killed your own children."
James meeting friends and family.

Family times at Millstream and the pleasure it brings!

James's first Christmas. Still sleepy!

Tuesday 18 October 2016

Reading: a bedside table with books and my magazine


I have a two year subscription to my favourite local magazine - Food and Home Entertaining. How I love unwrapping my freshly printed copy, getting ideas and finding new treats to buy and make. Thank you again dear Martie!
And of course, happiness is a pile of books waiting patiently on my bedside table for when I get back from New Zealand, summer reading....

A Pumpkin: centrepiece and comfort food


Perfectly formed deep orange pumpkins are in season and one made a statement as a centrepiece for my Chari-tea morning. And a moroccan inspired pumpkin soup that followed as a treat.

Tuesday 27 September 2016

Walking: a Cape Town rhythm

Muizenberg to St James Coastal Path.
Daily walking.

Around the Common; leaning into the wind, sheltering under an umbrella pine during an unexpected squall, a rainbow against the mountain, a mole snake, squirrels, looking out for birds, enjoying the spring wild flowers, my mind rested at times and at other times distracted by my thoughts, noticing people and a slight nod of familiarity, in deep conversation with Natalie, recording my laps.

How I love this rhythm of walking from my gardenflat@rhodesview and the views of my mountain.

And this is just one of my options, I have my favourites all around the city, and sometimes we bump into friends along these walks, how wonderful....

Monday 26 September 2016

Birding: many hours of twitching at Zeekoevlei

Cape Bulbul
The Rufous-tailed Scrub-robin, a mega rarity for South Africa, has stayed put for almost two months on the eastern shore of Zeekoevlei here in Cape Town, showing well for more than 1200 birders. Fred and I joined birders this weekend, patrolled the picnic area on four different visits, but without success. 

A dip in birding speak, but how wonderful is this photo of a Cape Bulbul, oblivious to all the blah-blah going on around it.

Postscript:
The main goal of twitching is often to accumulate species on one's lists. Some birders engage in competition to accumulate the longest species list. The act of the pursuit itself is referred to as a twitch or a chase. A rare bird that stays put long enough for people to see it is twitchable or chaseable.

Friday 9 September 2016

L is for Listing: 46 different beds on our travels.


A is for:
Airports: OR Tambo; Perth; Melbourne; Wellington; Sydney; JFK; Newark Liberty; San Jose, Costa Rica; San Francisco; Kahului, Maui; Hilo, Big Island; Honolulu, Charles de Gaule, Paris, London-Luton, Liverpool John Lennon Airport, Dublin, Heathrow.
Archway Islands of the far North West Coast of South Island, New Zealand.

B is for:
Birding, flock of Carnaby’s Black Cockatoos in Gingin, diminutive Splendid Fairywren, in Coomalloo, Long-billed Corella’s of Victoria, a cuckoo and a goshawk in a High Country Forest, Pink-eared Ducks in Jells Park with Lee, the delightful Tui bird in the suburbs of Wellington, a gang of Kaka’s on the deck in Ngaio eating slices of apple, Rainbow Lorikeets in the Coastal Banksia. Motmots, Oropendulas, Toucans, Macaws, Quetzals, all so exotic, colourful and exciting viewing in Costa Rica. Hawaiian Noddy’s flying around the Holei Sea Arch, Volcano National Park, Big Island, Hawaii. Screaming flocks of swifts in the blue sky of Juillac.
Bushwalking, seeing the Satin Bowerbird and the Noisy Pitta while bushwalking along the Patonga Creek Wetland.
Beautiful Beaches, Wharariki Beach, South Island, New Zealand; Putty Beach, Central Coast, Australia; pebble coves along the Mediterranean.
Babar, a special 80-year-old French elephant, buying books for Baby Hadfield at the iconic Shakespeare & Co Bookshop in Paris.

C is for:
Christmas cheer in Melbourne.
Cricket, Big Bash at the famed MCG in Melbourne.
Champagne Pool at the Wai-O-Tapu Thermal Wonderland near Rotorua.
Costa Rica, a new country, thrill of a three-toed sloth and a new mammal called a White-nosed Coati.
Cards, learning to play cribbage until 2am in the morning, teaming with Bruce against Fred and Cathy.
Chateau, Le Plessis-Bourre, almost in the back yard from Lion d’Angers, Maine-et-Loire, a 15thC gem floating in its moat.
Camembert, the town and the story of a global success, the number one French cheese. Find ‘lait cru’ if possible, then melt it.
Cornwall, a first visit to the far south west of England, to its moors, cliffs and the tin mines made famous for me by the TV series Poldark.
County’s in Ireland: Galway, Clare, Roscommon.

D is for:
Devastation Trail, Volcano National Park.
Dolmens, ancient traces of man in France and Ireland.

E is for:
Echinda on the road to Mt Buller.
Edinburgh Festival Fringe, wild, wacky and wonderful. Swansong, Sisters, Fingertips and Showstopper!

F is for:
Family time, Inel, Guy and Joss surprising us by driving 7 hours from Cowra to Mansfield for the weekend
Joining Craig and Shawni for Christmas in their new home in Ngaio, Wellington.
Sister time in Australia.
Family time at The Nest@Killcare. Inel, Guy, Doreen, Jason, Carmen, Elly and Jossle.
After 40 years meeting up with Bruce Wedderburn at his and Cathy’s home on a hill in Aquitaine, France and quaffing copious quantities of fine local wines.
A quiet lunch at St. Ives with Ashleigh while the crowds flowed past our window seat.
Fireworks, Chinese New Year grand display from the Wellington Bay
Friends, Lee visiting in Mansfield and us staying in Melbourne.
Time with Bernie and Martie in Costa Rica, sharing our 60th years.
John’z gracious hosting on Maui, Hawaii.
A country visit to Friardel in Normandy to see John and Sally.
Andrea arrived with her Jack Russell, Tia, and her campervan to spend time with us in Cornwall.
Peter and Mattie at The Drayton Court.
Leisurely afternoon in the gardens of The Orchard in Cambridge with David.
Time with Sarah and Collen in Walsham le Willows and a quite marvelous weekend together at The Fringe.
Cumbria and an Ireland adventure with Bri and Di, another opportunity to share a 60th year.

Foodie times on the road: farm fresh Cherries of the north east Victoria, gum honeys from Beechworth Honey, making Mansfield Produce Store our local for a week.
Pizzas at Luke’s Kitchen on the Coromandel, chasing all the New Zealand special tastes like green-lipped muscles, L&P, Anzac biscuits, making Kiwi Dip from Reduced Cream and a packet of onion soup, a Kiwi Pavlova at Punga Cove on the Queen Charlotte Sound.
Beans and rice in Costa Rica for breakfast. Buying banana bread on Maui.
A perfect Chevre Salade at Café Madeleine in Paris. A Petit Dejeuner along Rue des Martyrs with a heart stopping pain au chocolat. Fine foodie afternoon at L’imparfait in Bergerac with Bruce and Cathy, cod and peas many ways and a sublime chocolat crème brulee. Followed by my birthday lunch the next day: tuna with risotto and an exquisite desert just called The Chocolat. – Chocolate tart, chocolate mousse, ganache and tempered chocolate with a quenelle of lime sorbet. La vrais, Salade Nicoise at a little restaurant in Greolieres. A perfect lemon tart from a Boulangerie in Villeneuve Loubet. Buying Caillette, a liver terrine the speciality of the maison in a Boucherie in Tourettes-sur-Loup. An idyllic meal at Les Petites Tables in Manosque with a delicate honeydew and melon cold soup. Melted Camembert with John and Sally.
Cornish clotted cream and pasties. Fresh crab linguine in St. Ives and special Tea House visit with Andrea, crab sandwiches and yummy cakes, scones and clotted cream.
Mac and cheese pies and scotch eggs in Edinburgh. Good fish and chips in Liverpool and Ireland, eventually.
Ferry fun: between Sorrento on the Mornington Peninsula across the mouth of Port Phillip to Queenscliff. Ferry to Whitianga too. Ferry from Wellington, North Island to Picton on the South Island and back, East to West Ferry from Queen’s Wharf to Days Bay, Wellington. Crossing the Solent to Isle of Wight.

G is for:

The gorgeous Green of the Indian Ocean between Jurien Bay and Cervantes, the strange greens of the Wai-O-Tapu thermal wonders and the dozens of shades of green of Cumbria. And of course, the emerald green of Ireland.
Glowworms of the Waitomo Caves.
Gallipoli: The Scale of Our War, at Te Papa Museum, Wellington, hands down the best and most creative Exhibition I have ever experienced.
Galaries Lafayette, a most magnificent department store for shopping on Boulevard Haussmann in Paris.

H is for:
Hay bales of the High Country in the North East Victoria.
Hot Water Beach, Coromandel Peninsula; my feet did feel the burn.
Heat, a Collared Sparrowhawk looking for water at the birdbath in Cowra. Experiencing two heat waves, Melbourne getting to over 40 degrees and the southwest of France upper 30’s.

I is for:
Inner Beach on the Farewell Spit.
Birthday celebration with Inel in Cowra.
Iao Needle, Iao Valley, home and daily walks on Maui.
I’iwi, a rock star bird on Maui with a cool name and a funky salmon red decurved bill.
Irish hospitality, a Sunday with Di’s new found cousins on the farm, Castlegar in County Roscommon.


J is for:
Japanese Gardens visit in Cowra, sister time birding and breakies.
James Ennis Kerr, my first grandson is born on the 8th September, we are now Nan and Pops.

K is for:
Kilometers flown: Johannesburg to Perth, Perth to Melbourne, Melbourne to Wellington, Wellington to Sydney, Sydney to Perth, Perth to Johannesburg. Johannesburg to New York, New York to Costa Rica, Costa Rica to Newark, Newark to San Francisco, San Francisco to Maui, Maui to Big Island, Hilo back to Maui, Maui to Honolulu, Honolulu to New York, New York to Johannesburg, Johannesburg to Paris, Paris to Luton-London, Liverpool to Dublin, Dublin to Liverpool, Heathrow to Paris, Paris to Johannesburg.
Kilometers on the road:
Western Australia road tripping, Victoria, Australia road tripping.
New Zealand Road tripping – Coromandel and South Island.
France road tripping, Paris to Juillac in Limousin, Juillac to Entre-deux-Mers, Les Cardot to French Rivera- long, tough trip. From hot and hazy southeast France to the cool, crispy Miane-et-Loire, to Friardel in Normandy and then back to Paris.
England road tripping from way east in Suffolk across to Land’s End in Cornwall, Cornwall to Isle of Wight, then onto Ealing in London, to Cambridge and Bury St. Edmonds and then onto Cumbria, quick drive south to Liverpool, following the Wild Atlantic Way in the northwest of Ireland and a return to Bury via the Lakes and Dales.
Katherine Mansfield birth home in Thorndon, Wellington.
Kashmir, a Chocolate Burmese kitten, the new family member.
Laughing Kookaburras and Koalas in Australia.
Kilauea Crater, watching the lava glow at night from the Jaggar Museum deck.

L is for:

Listing beds, birds…
World bird list from 1503 to 1544 after New Zealand and Australia; 1832 after Costa Rica; 1853 after Hawaii.
Beds: Motels: 6; Timeshares: 3; Homes: 10; Rental homes: 2; Cabins: 6; Hotels: 16, B&B’s: 3
Costa Rica numbers: 348 birds on chest list and 289 lifers.
Loss, my father’s death on the 18th April. Guy’s father, Stan in July.
London House, meeting Jeff at the Heritage Museum in Ventnor, Isle of Wight and solving the mystery of where Ann Sibbick, my great, great grandmother, worked as a Housemaid.

M is for:
Modes of transport: Uber, Airplanes, car rentals and a loan, ferries, trains, cable car, catamaran, jet boat, boat, New York subways, Roissy Bus, taxis.
Museums: Te Papa in Wellington; Whitianga, Wellington Museum; Nairn Street Cottage in Wellington; Bailey House on Maui with its pieces of Kapa bark cloth, L’Occitane Museaum in Manosque, the story of 40 years in growing this French company, a favourite brand of mine.
Margay, a Costa Rican wild cat, once a pet and now feral but pops past for a meal of chicken now and again,
Missed a flight! From Hawaii to New York, shew.
Matilda, the Musical, taking in a show on Broadway.

N is for:
Night lights of Melbourne

O is for:
Oscar 2016 movies in Wellington: The Revenant. Joy, Trumbo, The Big Short, The Danish Girl, The Martian, Steve Jobs, Bridge of Spies, Spotlight, Carol, Brooklyn, 45 Years.
The Dressmaker with Kate Winslet should have been on the list!
Enjoying the Rio Olympic coverage from the BBC whilst at our Clowance Estate timeshare.

P is for:
Pinnacles at the Nambung National Park.
Pohutukawa Trees, the iconic Kiwi Christmas flowering tree, and it’s decendants in Hawaii called the Opi’a lehua!
Pain, making friends with my sore left knee, a nagging pain.
Perfume, being in Grasse, the heart of perfume making in France and visiting Fragonard for a tour of the factory, meant testing and buying perfume.

Q is for:
Quirky road signs in Australia with silhouettes of their wildlife.
Quilters in Coromandel Town at their annual show.
Queen Charlotte Track, 4 days, 71km along the Queen Charlotte and Kenepuru Sounds.
Quetzal, finding this resplendent bird in Costa Rica, a truly great birding experience.

R is for:
Rugby 7’s at the Westpac Stadium in Wellington with Fred, Shawni and Craig, watching NZ vs SA.
Rimu, an 800-year-old New Zealand tree.
Red River Gums, along the Lachlan River in Cowra.

S is for:
Stromatolites, ancient microbial communities at Lake Thetis
Silver ferns in New Zealand.
Sailing in Mercury Bay, Coromandel Peninsula.
Swimming at Freyberg Pool along Oriental Bay in Wellington. Pools in Costa Rica. In the seas and oceans of the world, Tasman with family, Pacific on the Coromandel and in Hawaii, Lengths at Les Cardot, bobbing in the Med along the Promenade des Anglais and hobbling along the uncomfortable pebbles.
Shopping on Boxing Day along Lambton Quay in Wellington for Peter Alexander pajama sets.
A return visit to The Wool Company for another mohair and possum jersey, this time in navy blue.
Baby Gap in New York, hoodie for Baby Hadfield.
Beautiful wool to knit for Baby Hadfield from La Droguerie in Nice.
For perfume in Grasse at Fragonard and for L’Occitane treats from the boutique at the factory in Manosque.
Sculptures by the Sea, Cottesloe Beach, Perth.
Secrets and surprises, Doreen in Sydney! This was one amazingly well kept secret! Shawni is pregnant!
Soldes, summer sales in Paris, buying baby clothes from Catimini, a French brand, for Baby Hadfield.

T is for:

Towns we visited, Jurien Bay, Cervantes, Lancelin, Mansfield, Beechworth, Melbourne, Wellington, Whitianga, Coromandel Town, Hahei, Kaikoura, Picton, Anakiwa, Nelson, Pohara Beach, Collingwood, Palmerston North, National Park, Cowra, Killcare, San Jose, Tarcoles, Wailuku, Lahaina, Hilo, New York, Paris, Juillac, Pompadour, Hautefort, Sarlat-la-Caneda, Eymet, Bergerac, Saint-Emilion, Villeneuve-Loubet, Nice, Valbonne, Greolieres, Tourettes – sur-Loup, Coursegoule, Manosque, Aubernas, Friardel, Bernay, Camembert, Vimoutier, Orbec, Praze-an-Beeble, Lizard, St. Ives, St. Agnes, Fowey, Porthleven, Yarmouth, Freshwater, Ventnor, Ealing in London, Cambridge, Walsham le Willows, Edinburgh, Arkleby, Caldbeck, Brinkcrake, Liverpool, Carraroe, Lisdoonvarna, Roundstone, Galway.
Turtles, swimming with a Hawaiian Green Sea Turtle, Napili Bay, Maui.
Tongariro Alpine Crossing, hiking the 19.4 km through the stunning volcanic landscape of Tongariro, Ngauruhoe and Ruapehu .
Toiletpaper, Italian designers, Maurizio Cattelan and Pierpaolo Ferrari, take over Galaries Lafayette for summer 2016, window and internal displays, exhibition, installation under the dome. All comical and startling as were the Trompe L’Oeil windows and shutters of Valbonne.
  
U is for:
Ulalena, mythical, lyrical and special Hawaiian entertainment at the theatre in Lahaina, Maui.
Unbirthday celebration, lunch with Bruce and Cathy Hostellerie de Plaisance, Saint-Emilion, a two star Michelin kitchen, The Fish and The Chocolat, understated indeed.

V is for:
Vouchers from my Entertainment gift.
Volcanos: walking Tongariro in New Zealand, birding Arenal in Costa Rica, hiking Haleakala on Maui and visiting Kilauea on Big Island, Hawaii.
Ventnor, finding traces of my great, great, grandmother Ann Argyle, nee Sibbick.
Visiting Old St Paul’s in Wellington.
Vaches a lunettes, a breed of Normandy cow whose rich milk is at the heart of Camembert.

W is for:
Walking: 13 km along the Turquoise Way in Jurien Bay, 14km Maindample to Mansfield along the Great Victorian Rail Trail, Forest trails in the High Country, Jells Park in Melbourne, Mt Kaukau trail in Welington, coastal trail to Cathedral Cove, Wellington Northern Walkway and along Oriental Bay; Kaikoura Peninsula Walkway, Killcare and Putty Beaches, Killcare to Hardys Bay. Joining the Johnz on their morning walk up the Iao Valley to the viewpoint of the Iao Needle and meeting Joanna too, 12 mile hiking through the Haleakala Crater on Maui. Along the Seine, with the late setting sun catching the buildings, the gold gleaming and the Eiffel Tower a striking red, white and blue.
Hiking in the rocky, stony Moyen Pays of Province with fragrant wild lavender and vistas across the looming Alps. Following some of the incredible 300 miles of the South West Coast Path in Cornwall, stony paths, stiles and walls and purple heather. In Ireland, the An Cheathru Rua Peninsula walks.
Weta, a New Zealand creepy, crawly and Weka, a cheeky companion on the QCT
Wool Bombora. Upcycled jewelry and knitting installation for the Nest@Killcare.  And buying authentic hand—spun English Aran Wool in Cumbria.
Wild Atlantic Way, dramatic scenic Ireland from the car and the inclement weather too.

Y is for:
Yarra Valley, visiting Healesville Sanctuary to meet the Australian wildlife and the best salted caramel ice cream by far.
Yiguirro, the clay-coloured thrush and the national bird of Costa Rica, a confiding, gentle bird just like the people.

Z is for:
Zany street art in New York, ‘Van Gogh Ear’, Rockefeller Centre.
Zawn a Bal, a breathtaking setting for a tin mine in Cornwall.


                           

Monday 5 September 2016

R is for Rosehips: a walk along Moricambe Bay, Solway Firth

Rosehips ready to harvest.
Our final walk on this last Sunday of our Summer in Europe.

Salt marches, looking for otters and waders.
Around the salt march and pebble beach of Moricambe Bay with Brian as our guide. This has been his backyard since a little lad growing up here in the northwest of Cumbria.

I would love to slow down time, to harvest the early autumn hedgerow produce, particularly the rosehips. This was my first experience of seeing them too. Brian recalls picking them by the bagful to get a few pennies a pound.
Too wonderful.


I found a recipe for Rosehips Syrup on the River Cottage website and as only Hugh can write so well, I quote:

Rosehips are, of course, a fruit the same family as apples in fact and this classic autumn hedgerow syrup has a unique and lovely flavour: warm, floral and fruity. Try it for breakfast trickled over porridge, pancakes, drop scones or eggy bread; use it to sweeten plain yoghurt (with some chopped apple if you like); or for a delicious pud, trickle it on to hot or cold rice pudding or good vanilla ice cream.


The pebble beach heaving with waders, the autumn migration is starting.
Being early September we were treated to a real spectacle along our Solway Firth walk - waders by their thousands, restless, landing briefly, camouflaged so well among the pebbles, swirling, turning and flashing their gleaming white underparts in the sun.
Another birding experience to treasure.
Thanks for the walk Brian.
Rafts of waders over the Solway Firth with a sunny Scotland in view.

Saturday 3 September 2016

G is for Galway: a colourful afternoon

 

Time to wander around the busy pedestrianised streets of Galway - rather oddly called the Latin Quarter - flags, colourful buildings, colourful people, music; some good some average, buskers; some good some average, the ancient church of St. Nicolas, even Christopher Columbus worshiped here in 1477, pubs heaving, old walls and arches, all interesting.


Friday 2 September 2016

B is for a Bodhran: a bog and a bicycle

Irish bog scenery.

Time for Plan B.
1st September and we woke up to low clouds, cold, wind, rain threatening, and lumpy seas in Galway Bay, so a ferry trip to the Aran Islands was ruled out.

We headed for Roundstone, to search out a Master Bodhran maker – these framedrums, made from goatskins and played with a double headed stick, have underpinned Irish music for centuries! Not without incident though. Di had found her ideal size and sound, so we then ambled back after lunch – a perfect lamb curry made by a Sri Lankan chef - to see the workshop in action. The assistant Master Bodhran maker, instead of being welcoming told all to feck off!

Despite the rain, we headed to the site near Clifden where Marconi had set up his wireless communication transmitting facility and where famously Alcock and Brown crash-landed after being the first pair to cross the Atlantic Ocean.


The vast bog here in Connemara has taken back the site; peat lies piled up, hardy sheep graze and it is hard to imagine all the life that happened here a century ago. I wonder if the bicycle is new or old and what its story would be.



Roundstone, Connemara.
"You know it's summer in Ireland when the rain gets warmer." Hal Roach.