we would like to thank the person who found the tripod connector for the camera and placed it on a molehill by the river bank in the sure and certain knowledge that we would see it sooner or later which we did today during a long damp trudge with the pack plus visiting labrador, Alfie, and Dennis the menace, a collie from Newbridge.
It seems that President elect Obama is looking at buying a labradoodle, or a portuguese water spaniel; forget the poodle and the duena mutt, have a Cassie, the perfect lurcheriever. She never moults, she is very intelligent, and she has attitude, available now.
and good in snow. Comes wet or dry, but usually wet.
for more pics of us in the snow see November 2005. Three years blogging? Must be mad.
we have never seen a fox in the woods before, and very rarely see foxes by day at all, probably because the pack scares them off. Unfortunately the photos are blurred even with the mighty Nikon because it was a very grey day and the light was poor. Even so, the flash of red is what you see. Spot gave chase for about 5 microseconds before returning to his usual buffoonery.
winter ends with a long sigh, and the first breaths of the New Year are the gallant little snowdrops, and frog spawn, risking the perils of a sharp frost to be first in the struggle for new life.
the yellow brain fungus (tremella mesenterica) which certainly looks more mesenteric than cerebral, growing on fallen birch. One book says edible, and another says inedible; who do we believe?
the hamlet of Rezare, with the holy well to the left. In the lower picture you can see Bodmin moor in the background. The pointed hill is called Sharp Tor, to the right is Kilmar Tor, and between them is Twelve man moor
