Steady rain drummed on my window this morning, but after a couple of days without much walking, I knew I needed to get out to get a few miles under my belt for my 2500 miles of walking, so no matter what decided I'd head out for a local walk in the Ouse Valley, the kids decided it was too cold, so I headed out alone.
As a wildlife watcher there are spectacles I have seen that have taken my breath away, from thousands of Pink-footed geese taking to flight in the setting sun, to clouds of Starling swirling, en masse, as they paint amazing patterns in the evening sky; Watching a Cappercallie lek in the pine forests of highland Scotland, all the way to the champagne pop at the end, to witnessing Zino's Petrel coming in to roost atop a high peak of Madeira, their eerie call piercing the night sky. But it is not often it happens on your local patch.
Well I have completed my first week of walking for my 2500 mile challenge through 2017, and it's been OK, nothing spectacular but a steady week. This isn't going to be a huge post, but I thought it was important to offer up regular updates, and what better place than to start with Week 1.
I've mentioned it in a couple of posts and gave a brief outline in my 2017 The Year Ahead post but I thought a dedicated post to my main goal of 2017, a real challenge and a fundraising effort would make a bit of sense, not least because it can be a feature post and I can easily refer people back to it so here is my official post on the why's and hows of my Walking 2500 Miles in 2017 for Birding For All.
As a wildlife watcher there are spectacles I have seen that have taken my breath away, from thousands of Pink-footed geese taking to f...
A cacophony of noise hit me as I arrived at the nature reserve, as dozens of Canada Geese took to the air, in noisy, honking, flight...
Steady rain drummed on my window this morning, but after a couple of days without much walking, I knew I needed to get out to get a fe...
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“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more”
― George Gordon Byron