Blackberries – bottled and jammed; identifying small birds by call; a bit of Anglo Saxon history; the Hostel of St Cross; planes versus trains; “sugaring” for moths; the Burren Green and ladies’ tresses.
Book 7
It’s August 20th 1948. A change of season is in the air and Gran writes, while blackberrying again in the woods opposite:
Again the fragrance of damp bracken and water mint mingled with the perfume of ripe blackberries to give that indescribable scent of the August woodland, and the tang of Autumn was heavy in the air… the birds were silent, save for an occasional “T’seet” from a Tit…”
Great, Blue and Coal Tits, together with several other small woodland species, I found difficult to identify by their calls when I started birding, and I remember asking Dad’s advice about how to tell them apart. His answer was, in a Mexican accent, “ eetz eazzy” (this being the call of all these birds) which we both found entertaining, but was of little help to me, as I did not find it easy!
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