20 September 2014


Every evening in Kingsand, we witnessed the amazing sight of tens of thousands of tiny fish hugging the edge of the coast, moving together like mercury when their silver bellies were in sight. They were entrancing but many were perishing, trapped in rock pools that heated to the temperature of bath water in the daytime sun.

Here they are moving; I hope this works......


Every night at around the same time, the sea would start to boil in patches off shore....

........and then the mackerel would come to the edges and indulge in a feeding frenzy. here they are moving a bit more slowly. They were just a blur when they found the little ones and the surface of the water would be covered in a film of the glittering silver of their scales. 

Thousands of dead ones would wash up on the tide:

The Gulls circled around picking off what they could:

Some trapped in rock pools fell victim to Anemones. They disappeared surprisingly quickly, alive to the last. I saved one whose tail had just been grabbed and was shocked at the grip the Anemone had on it. 

Like something out of a horror film.... 

Even on the little beach at Portwrinkle, the number of different rock types is incredible, presumably as a result of being at the edge of the massive granite intrusion in the south west:

OB made what he called Turtous. He had to come home with us and has been reassembled in the garden.

More pictures of the intrepid swimmer:

Proud of himself:

Snippet just won't do it.

A few plants...........

Bittersweet Nightshade:

Er..........not sure but very pretty:

Samphire. We had some one night with our fish:

A Speckled Wood spotted on one of my MANY dog walks:

A terrible victim of tourist fishing, discarded in a rock pool. A beautiful dogfish, possibly of the Lesser Spotted variety:

OB was amazing at GOSH on Monday given that he spent over six hours with the psychologists. M and I had endless forms to fill in after our two hour session answering questions from another psychologist. The forms took two and a half hours. However, it will all be worth it when we have a definite diagnosis. We'll be talking to all of them via skype in a couple of weeks. I can't praise them highly enough. They see what needs to be done and they do it, rather than our previous experience of being fobbed off and passed from pillar to post by our local 'services'. Right - enough ranting - things are looking up we hope and it's taken me five days to get this post out. Hopeless. I have over a month's worth of photos from round here to edit now. Some bits and pieces posts needed I think. 

Hope you've had a lovely weekend and, until next time, here are the dogs looking a bit blown out and OB trowing a stone into the water; too big to skim though there was a lot of that too. 

12 September 2014


Poor Jack got bitten by an Adder on Monday. I had no idea until he staggered out of his bed looking like a jowly old Labrador who had swallowed a tennis ball. I rushed him to the vets' twenty miles away and he was put on a drip with anti-venom and fluids. I brought him home later that afternoon and he slept until the next morning.

By morning he was much better. Still puffy but better and after another visit to the vets' for a check up, the bill totaled nearly £500. That's a very expensive snake bite. Thank goodness he's okay and today there was no swelling at all and he is back to his ridiculously bouncy self. Phew. 

And so to the holiday birds. Few words required.......Herring Gulls:




This one makes me laugh every time I look at it:

I can't tell you how grateful I am for all your comments on the last post. I felt so much better for reading them. Since writing it, we have had a call from Great Ormond Street offering us a full assessment for Aspergers, or whatever we are supposed to be calling it now, for OB this coming Monday. This is something for which there is a TWO YEAR waiting list in Devon and then these assessments might be spread over months before eventually getting an official diagnosis. They are offering to do the whole thing in a day, dedicating a number of members of their team to the task. It's like a different world up there and we are forever in their debt. OB has reverted to Origami with the start of the new term so his blog name becomes relevant again. He is teaching me to solve the Rubik's cube which is a slow business but I'm getting there. With the increased dexterity that comes with age, he is making more complex pieces. So far there have been ten of these hedgehogs which he will be giving to the staff at GOSH. I don't know how he does it - it's only about 2 inches long.

Right - time to get on. Think of us on Monday and have a great weekend, whatever you are doing. So until next time, here are a sandy Snippet, Snakebite Jack on a rock and OB throwing one.