Took this one on our last night in the north east. This is Whitby Harbour from the swing bridge just as the light is fading. We all had a pizza before having a drink at a quayside pub. Believe it or not a bat flitted out into the lamp light just as I was drinking my cider. It just looked like somebody was dangling it on a string like in the old black and white Dracula movies. But it was a real bat and there was no string or dangler to be seen. We drove back to the
Raithwaite estate for the last time. During the day pheasants would often leap out of the
lane side greenery, forcing us to drive
very slow for fear of hitting one. It was quite dark by this hour. As we drove along the final bit of lane to Home Farm, Phil pointed out something crossing the road in front of us. It was a large badger going about its business. It shuffled across in front of us and trundled up a dark alley, its silvered fur disappearing into the blackness like a ghost. Just as we reached Home Farm and opened the car doors a male Tawny Owl hooted. Almost immediately another male Tawny hooted an answer to the challenge from a different angle. Debbie started hooting along with them.
"You're making them think there are loads of male intruders," I ventured.
"How do you do the female call then?" Debbie asked.
"You can't. It's too high pitched. Sort of
ewick-ewick." I made no attempt to sound like an owl.
I was going through a drawer looking for some old school photos when I came across an old sketch book. It dates back a couple of decades. I remember doing these quick sketches after long tutorials at college, probably linguistics or something. I'd do them to relax if I had another tutorial or study period coming up. It usually did the trick. Sort of like rebooting my brain. As you can see I had a bit of a thing for badgers at the time. The full face badger portrait I also duplicated in black felt tip onto the front of one of my course work folders.
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