The boys and Freya go for walkies along the woodland path very near home.
It is 4am and I have just woken up in the rent, I’ve got myself an irritating cold and sore throat. Anyways, enough of that. 4 am, I’d expect it to be quieter than it is. In the forest next to us, I can hear the river flowing and splashing, and something is walking about slowly in the woods, sneaking but breaking twigs, rustling through bushes, ferns and brambles. I’m thinking it might be a fox, sniffling and sneaking about? The loudest noise, after Blokey’s snoring and the river is the owl. Since we pitched up tent here at the River Dart country park the owl has made herself known. From shortly after nightfall she starts calling, twit twoooo, twit twoooo. I thought she might stop, but apparently not, she’s still awake now and going for it! There is also some kind of bird of prey out there. It’s almost […]
The last few days we have been camping in Devon, hence the silence from myself on social media. I get ordinary phone signal, but 3G has gone on holiday round these parts. We are staying on the River Dart country park. It is nice, we are pitched under the overhang of a sycamore tree, all around us is more family tents.