A Hot Day

We have no less than nine buddleia of various sorts growing in the garden, planted specifically for the insects and, particularly, the butterflies - so it was very gratifying yesterday to see the sun out almost all day, light winds, and a temperature which soared to 24C, with the result that the butterflies came out in force. On one buddleia shrub alone I counter nine peacocks and three red admirals.

So we had plenty of butterflies but the number of species was limited to just four - one of the whites, the red admirals, the peacocks, and a couple of tortoiseshells.

We also have about ten verbena bonariensis in flower, some over 6' tall, two lavenders in exuberant flower, and....

....three clumps of michaelmas daisies just coming into full bloom, all these along with many other flowering plants, yet the number of insects they have managed to attract is worryingly small - a few bees, hardly any hover flies, no wasps....

I talk to people on my walks in the forestry and many have also noticed that the insects are really suffering, whether from the grey summer or for other reasons. So, while it's very disappointing that all the flowers we have grown for the insects are not being fully appreciated, my main feeling is of worry. Why?

The New Wheels

So we've sold our last car - see earlier post here - and have now picked up its replacement, a mobility scooter. It's a great little machine but the grim fact is that our society is built around the car and one of these, eco-friendly as it is, is no replacement. However, it ticks many of the boxes that we wanted - like, it has a range of 30 miles - and is fun to drive. So at the moment we've been steadily increasing how far we take it each day until tomorrow, when we hope to drive it in to the centre of the village.

While the vehicle is very easy to drive some of its greatest problems arise from the state of our pavements. It's part of the car culture that, if at all possible, when a hole has to be dug into the highway it's into the pavement, one 'advantage' being that the subsequent repair can be pretty rough-and-ready.

There's a remarkably wide range of scooters at a variety of prices but we went for a middle-sized, middle-of-the-range machine which was comfortable, simple to drive, and had a waterproof console: amazingly, some scooters don't, so one has to cover the console if it rains. I also liked the manufacturer's sense of humour: to accelerate one presses the hare button, to slow down, the tortoise.

The law permits a maximum speed of 4mph on pavements and 8mph on the road. So to travel on a pavement one selects the 4mph button and then there is the option of five speeds, from a crawl to - in the case of 8mph and the top of the five speeds - quite an exiting ride.

A number of things remain as problems to be solved - like, how do we get out to Littleferry if we only have one machine. We'll see how we get on but, if the experiment is a success, we might buy a second so we can add racing each other to the birdwatching.

The Changing Seasons

That we have skeins of geese passing through is a sure sign of the changing seasons. In summer we hardly see one; starting in autumn their numbers rise to a crescendo by mid winter, before falling back with the coming of spring.

The geese are evidently taking their time in their migration, for the skein you see here is travelling north, not, therefore, as part of a migration but in a daily movement between fields where they are feeding, and their overnight roosts. They'll probably move on, in the right direction, as soon as they have refuelled.

Here is another sign of oncoming autumn, rowan branches crowded with berries, a sign too that the coming winter season may be a hard one. Perhaps we should expect a hard winter, after last year's relatively mild one and the peculiarities of this damp, cool, grey summer. Another is seen in the hazel trees where....

....there are masses of cob nuts, perhaps, to my unscientific eyes, twice as many as this time last year.

Then there is the wider heather family. The brightly coloured bell heather is already dying, its flowers brittle brown against the pale lilac of the more recently flowering ling, while the cross-leaved heath, at bottom right in this picture, was first to flower but is still in sturdy bloom.
 

We still have a few butterflies in the garden - red admirals, peacocks, tortoiseshells, a painted lady - sad, small numbers which come out to play only when the sun warms them for a few minutes. 

Far hardier are the speckled woods in Speckled Wood which are on the wing - just - even when the early-morning atmosphere is still miserably damp.

We've been quite worried about Robbut who has been AWOL for a few days, we thought because the neighbouring cat with the wild cat markings had been in the garden; and last night, thinking that Robbut was away, we even allowed a couple of dogs in - but this morning he was back, and very much at home.

Robbut

Our rabbit, which is now regularly to be seen in and around the garden, has a name. It took us some time to decide on one as we wanted something that reflected his mischievous character - for example, he is now....

....regularly stealing the birds' grain.

Mrs MW came up with the name Robbut, taken from.... 

....a book she was given way back in 1952. It was a present from her mother Bea, given her while the family was on a caravanning holiday in either South Wales or Cornwall.

It's the story of a rabbit which isn't satisfied with the way things are but which discovers that, very often, what you have is far better than any of the alternatives.

Coastguard

Before eight this morning we became aware of a helicopter out over the firth which, when it came a little closer, turned out to be....

....one of HM Coastguard's machines, evidently tracking back and forth in search of something or, more likely, someone. It was later joined....

....by the Invergordon lifeboat.

I spent thirteen years of my life in Kilchoan as a volunteer coastguard, an occasional job which saw many tragedies - as I fear is unfolding in the Moray Firth today - but also much enjoyment and, on good days, satisfaction.

It was good to be part of a team which had considerable responsibility, covering, as it did, a large and very remote area. More, it was one of the few cliff rescue teams on the west coast which meant that it could be called upon to use its skills in areas outside West Ardnamurchan. We trained hard, we responded to calls at any time of day and night, we spent many hours in what was often fairy hopeless searches. Because I had time on my hands after the sale of the shop I genjoyed checking all the equipment every month, which....

....included taking the vehicle for a run if it hadn't been used in some time.

When I left the service I was treated to a 'jolly' in one of the Coastguard helicopters, the only time I've been in a helicopter, and a thrilling experience.

Helen Wilson: A Portrait

This picture of my mother Helen arrived unexpectedly the other day by a roundabout route from the estate of my uncle, Sandy Wilson. There is nothing on the back of the photo to indicate where or when it was taken but when I first saw it I guessed that she was in her late teens.

There is the possibility that what is obviously a studio portrait was taken for a reason, and that might have been that, in 1935, she left her family in England to travel to....

....Zanzibar to take up a post in the colonial service there. This picture shows her outside the entrance to the flats where she lived, some time in the late 1930s and....

....this shows her in 1940 when she married my father.

 Looking at the pictures, I think there is a strong chance that someone, perhaps her mother, had the studio portrait taken of her just before she sailed for the romantic island where she was to meet my father. If so, then she would have been twenty-two in the portrait.

It was just as well they had the portrait as the war intervened and she was not to return to the UK until 1946, when she brought me, aged one, 'home' to meet the family.

Garden News

Our days are cool and grey, with a persistent westerly to bring the temperature down and discourage the insects from the abundant flowers in our garden. Of the butterflies, in the occasional patches when the sun's out we're mostly seeing red admirals, peacocks, tortoiseshells and....

....painted ladies, and mostly they're on the buddleia rather than on the verbena, achillea or lavender.

The bees and hover flies prefer the marjoram, which has been in flower for weeks, and the lavender which is doing very well considering it's a Mediterranean plant.

Our rabbit has settled very contentedly into the garden, popping out from his home under the shrubs every time he wants a meal. Fortunately for us, his main diet seems to be the grass, kept neatly trimmed for him by a man with a strimmer, though....

....close observation suggest that buttercup leaves are also on his menu. Pansies aren't, as they've never recovered from his arrival.

We're not seeing any other rabbits in the garden but he's sometimes seen with one of the three wood pigeons which grow fat on the larger seed rejected by the small birds.

On the subject of rabbits, we were pleased, on our rather damp walk this morning, to see, for the first time in some weeks, one of the rabbits in the farmer's field which has large areas of white in their coat. As I've said before, I'm amazed they survive as two red kites have nested in the high pine trees not two hundred metres from where this picture was taken.