England! Land of red telephone booths…
And fierce creatures.
Anguished of Alnwick Castle
We had a great day pootling down the Northumberland Coast with the in-laws yesterday, one of those times when you remember OH YEAH I'm living in a foreign land and there is still so much to see. I always forget that the border is just over an hour away. I've been to London a dozen times and once got stranded at Bristol airport but apart that I've not really seen anything of merry old England after six years. FOR SHAME!
The main project of the day was to catch a boat to the Farne Islands to see the kazillion nesting seabirds. The boat was packed with bird nerds in woolly jumpers. Look! Guillemot! Shag! Cormorant! they crowed from behind their binoculars and long lenses. The commentary was handy as I'm only good at spotting kookaburras and galahs.
Although I know a puffin when I see one, and we saw hundreds. And many angry terns, who were staunchly defending their nests. I grew up on a farm with swooping magpies but they are totally softcock compared to the Arctic tern. These guys are not afraid to peck you on the head then come back for more. It was pure Hitchcock. Check out the feathered action on Flickr!