Through Mesopotamia / Friday 8th November 2019

Why a blog just about the Friday? - read the earlier post.

Much as I would like to make it happen, it just isn't practical to head up to Shetland every Friday - however it is practical to spend every Friday away from a desk, so these posts will very often be a wee bit late appearing.

One of the bonuses of living where we do on the edge of Oxford is that there are a variety of walks from the house which while not having the 'wild' feel that Shetland might offer, do give the opportunity to get away from the traffic and into trees and green spaces.  The regular walk to the C S Lewis Reserve is mostly along lanes until you get into the reserve.  The not-quite-so regular walk up to Sydlings Copse starts through housing development before emerging into agricultural land then into woodland (although like so much of Oxfordshire that is under threat - in this case of new housing developments rather than the Oxford-Cambridge Expressway).

Even when we do need to head into the centre of Oxford ('down the hill') there are routes that lead you to believe that you are out in the country - or at least in semi-wild parkland.

The river Cherwell snakes it's way round the east side of Oxford until it joins the Thames just south of the city - but before it gets to do that it goes along the edge of the University Parks (a pretty well-tamed mix of sports field and parkland) and through Mesopotamia, a narrow twist of land caught between two strands of the Cherwell.

This strip of land - actually still part of the University Parks, so well protected from any further development - is a splendid place for spotting wildlife.  I have seen both kingfisher and heron along here recently, as well as numerous other birds both on the water and in the trees.  In the summer it's busy with insects, and just occasionally a fox will patrol the banks.

Between the houses and lanes of Headington and the buildings and crowds of central Oxford, it's good to be able to get, just a hint of wildness.

Mesopotamia - Between the Rivers

Paths, Trees and Water

The Weir at Parson's Pleasure

Shetland November 2019

Sunrise: 07:30. Sunset 16:00

By my basic arithmetic this meant there was about eight and half hours of daylight each day while I was here - and since you ask, yes most of that was sunshine.

When I talk about spending time on Shetland, most folks assume that I would want to spend time up here in the summer to make the most of daylight and the 'better' weather.  The reality is that I really enjoy spending time up on Shetland at any (and all) times of the year.   However, you can expect to do every different things at different times of the year.

One of the challenges in summer is that there is just so much daylight - when the sun rises at 03:30 and doesn't get round to setting until after 22:30 (and it really doesn't get properly dark for several weeks around mid-summer) there is a strong temptation to think that one should be outside taking pictures rather than doing anything as mundane as sleeping.

In the winter there are still photographic attractions. There are often big seas rolling in around the coast lines, and there are also fantastically still days when the air has a clarity that you just don't often get in the warmer summer weather.  

There are also nocturnal attractions that don't get a chance to appear in summer.  The northern lights do regularly put in an appearance - and even when they don't, some of the night skies can be dramatic and in the first few months of each year there will be flaming Vikings much in evidence.  

But there are going to be times when even the most diligent photographer does have time to catch-up on processing images and writing notes, and even on occasion getting a decent nights sleep.

I can see the advertising signs already - come to Shetland in the winter for a rest.

Waves from the southeast battering Scat Ness

Calm clear weather on Scat Ness

Walking the West Voe path

There are more pictures from this trip back to Shetland in a Flickr album.

Friday, Friday

Long, long ago - well actually starting in late 2011 - I had a career break and although there are those around who think I've been on one ever since,  that particular break was just six months.  During the six months I spent a lot of time travelling - Sri Lanka, Falkland Islands, South Georgia, Norway, Sweden, Denmark, Finland and the Faroe Islands - and I got into the habit of writing a 'Saturday blog' to let folks know that I'd not disappeared, drowned or been savaged by an elephant seal.  That series of blog posts (still online if you're curious) ran until I was dragged screaming and shouting back to my desk at the Open University in April 2012 - where I stayed for another 12 months.

Over the years since then I've done mix of photography projects and IT/ed-tech consultancy - including time on the payroll at University of Warwick and more recently at Oxford Brookes University.  While at Warwick I only ever worked four days a week, but when I moved to Brookes I opted to do the job full time - until this month.   I've now dropped back down to 4 days a week - to give myself more time to take pictures and even more importantly to spend time outside away from a desk.

I thought it would be constructive for me, if nobody else, to log (and more specifically blog) how I use my Fridays over the next few months.  I won't run a separate blog this time round - but I will tag the posts as "FridayBlog"

Friday 1st November 2019, Shetland

How better to start my 'away from the desk Fridays' than with a 03:30 alarm?  The reason was, inevitably, the need to get an 06:55 flight from Heathrow - which meant I was on Shetland by about 10:30 - and on Quendale beach not long after that.  The first day back on Shetland always involves a number of 'routine' tasks - these including walking Quendale Beach, visiting Sumburgh Head and (in winter at least) getting the house warmed up - all of those successfully achieved by the time the sun set (about 4:00 pm on Shetland at this time of year).

Quendale Beach

West Voe from Sumburgh Head

Not only did it feel as if I was escaping the desk - it also felt like I was escaping the really rubbish weather down south too.  Heading north to Shetland for the good weather, who'd have thought it?

Shetland, September 2019

A new month - and definitely a new season.

Every season on Shetland brings its own attractions. Spring brings the returning breeding sea birds - puffins, guillemots, razorbills and terns (along with their piratical acquaintances, the skuas).  Summer brings the implausibly long days, and remarkably short nights.

In autumn, as we pass the equinox, things change again.  The migrants start to pass through, sometimes huge flocks travelling together, like the barnacle geese heading from Svalbard down to the Solway Firth, and sometime individual birds apparently making their journeys in solitude.

Barnacle geese - passing through.

Not all the Shetland birds are transitory - some stay around all year - the gannets always seem to be around particularly down the east side of the Shetland mainland. A few minutes standing at Sumburgh Head will almost always reveal gannets heading either north or south along the coast, sometime just cruising past and at other times diving for fish.

Gannet heading south past Sumburgh Head

These monthly blog posts always talk about the changeable nature of Shetland weather - just a few hours can transform from autumn storms to summer-like sunshine

Mists and wild seas on the Quendale side of Scat Ness

Summer Returns (at least briefly) to Quendale Bay

The switch to longer nights as the autumn passes does also bring some bonuses - as it gets darker in the evenings the chances of seeing the Northern Lights (locally the Mirrie Dancers) get better.  And while there are never any guarantees, just occasionally the sky lights up.

Northern Lights at Virkie

Shetland, August 2019

Packing to be back on Shetland is normally a pretty straight-forward process.

You have a quick look at a weather forecast, then pack a woollen Fair Isle hat and a windproof jacket.

Last weekend there was a very strong temptation to add some over-trousers too.  The weather forecast suggested that roughly ten minutes after my flight was due to land the rain would start - and it was likely to carry on for most of the next four or five days (approximately until my flight back south was due to depart).

And with uncharacteristic accuracy, the rain did indeed start roughly ten minutes after my flight from Aberdeen parked up at Sumburgh Airport.  And the next few hours gave every indication that this would going to carry on, but a glimmer of light late in the afternoon did at least allow a walk on the beach.

West Voe Beach - after the rains

The next couple of days felt as if I was living on borrowed time - there was lots of blue sky around (and very little wind) but you always felt that it might revert to the forecast.

Cloud cap on Fitful Head

Blue skies and sunshine at Sumburgh Head

Calm waters at Scat Ness

Looking across Quendale Bay from Scat Ness to Fitful Head

And then it did switch - not to the promised heavy rain, but to traditional Shetland summer fog.  For a couple of days flights were messed up - and some poor souls got to fly from Aberdeen to Shetland only to be turned round and sent back again because it was too murky to land, not just once, not just twice but (I gather) three times over a couple of days.

A Room with No View - Quendale Bay?

Fog bubbling at Compass Head

And then, because the weather never lasts very long on Shetland, we reverted to blue skies and although there wasn't much wind around the seas were starting to show a bit more activity.

Looking North from The Kame

White Water in the Wick of Shunni 

Lady's Holm and Fitful Head from Scat Ness

And yes although I did take a Fair Isle hat, I didn't feel the need to wear it this time but I've left it there for the next trip which is only a couple of weeks away...

London 2012: Seven Years Ago

When I look back through my photographs from Summer 2012 one event dominates - unusually for me it doesn't involve time out and about with a camera on a remote island - it was the London Olympics.  And I still get emotional thinking about it.

Way back in 2012 the UK felt like a welcoming, confident, positive, multicultural, inclusive place - the 2012 Olympics was the platform to allow us to celebrate that along with welcome visitors from pretty much every country.

My Olympics started with watching the archery at Lords and the cycling road races in Surrey, and ended with two days on the Olympic Park watching water polo and diving.  My feeling at the time was that this was a special time in the UK's history - the usual busy and indifferent London was transformed into a city filled with smiles and a warm welcome.

My diary at the time says 

28th July 2012.  Today was a wonderful day to be in London. The city was heaving with tourists, supporters, athletes and volunteer guides, everyone seemed to have a smile on their face and the weather was wonderful too. Any Olympic cynicism I might have had has been swept away. Welcome to London 2012.

29th July 2012.  Although the weather didn't match up to yesterday, the crowds were just as good-humoured.

5th August 2012.  Absolutely bubbling with Olympics enthusiasm. Really didn't expect the feel-good factor to be quite so strong.  Am getting excited about getting into the Olympic Park tomorrow - and that's to see a Water Polo group match (that doesn't include TeamGB).

6th August 2012. Spent today around the London 2012 Olympic Park - fantastic atmosphere, huge numbers of people, lovely atmosphere.

10th August 2012. Wonderful day in the Olympic Park again - this time to watch the preliminary stages of the mens 10 metre diving. Also made sure there was lots of time to just soak up the amazing atmosphere in the Park.  The whole Olympics experience over the last couple of weeks has completely blown me away - it's just been so much better than I could ever have imagined. The organisers have thrown an amazing party that everyone has wanted to join in with, the GamesMakers have been fantastic and TeamGB have been awesome.  And of course the Stadium was lit up in red, white and blue when we left the Aquatic Centre.

Part of my emotion looking back is despair at how far we (and very particularly England) has fallen since that summer.

Where we were "welcoming, confident, positive, multicultural, inclusive", England is now hostile, scared, negative, isolationist and exclusive.  Other people have posted much more elegant statements of this over the last couple of days but I was struck by just how positive my diary entries were at the time.

The London Olympics could, and indeed should, have been a stepping stone to allow us to become an even better place instead it's going to appear in the history books as a missed opportunity.

Yes, we threw one hell of a party for 17 days that glorious summer - but at this point I don't see how the UK (assuming it continues to exist) can ever regain the place we had in the world just seven years ago.

Mostly Puffins, July 2019

A few months ago I, perhaps foolishly, lamented that I’d seen every flavour of weather in a few days with the exception of fog.

Last weekend I got the fog.

Quendale Bay - No See View

Quendale Bay - Sea View

It being high summer on Shetland, the temperature had soared into the low teens - and mostly it was entirely safe to venture out without a knitted Fair Isle hat, and for some of the time there were both blue skies and sunshine in evidence.

All calm - looking along West Voe from Sumburgh Head

Calm around Horse Island - from Sumburgh Head

Mists around Scat Ness - Fitful Head just about visible in the background

Quendale Beach - lovely in (almost) any weather

Low cloud over Fitful Head

The calm weather gave plenty of opportunity for puffin action - and since it is definitely peak puffin at the moment there was plenty of that to be seen.  The last few weeks of the puffin season involve a lot of breeding adults bringing food back to the burrows and lots of the non-breeding adults hanging around on the cliffs tops (presuming trying to figure out what they are going to have to do once they are of breeding age, or possibly just scouting out desirable burrows for next year).

Arriving - complete with supplies

Which burrow was I using this year?

Close Formation Flying - puffin style 

One potential risk (or bonus, as some of us might see it) is that the persistent fog can and does disrupt the flights in and out of Sumburgh.  And sure enough on the day I was due to fly off, the fog swirled low around the runways for much of the morning playing havoc with the timetables.  Then, suddenly as my flight time ticked round the clouds lifted and everything went back to schedule.  

Oh well, maybe I'll be stranded on Shetland next time.

If you feel the need of more photos from Shetland - have a look at the latest Flickr album.

Good Days

A few days ago, well 1st July to be exact, I was feeling particularly disgruntled that I was sitting in an office rather than being out and taking pictures in cool/remote/wild places.

And I happened to come across a picture that I’d taken on 1st July 2010.

1st July 2010, Svalbard

Suddenly I was back on the Zodiac in the middle of small bay at the northern end of Svalbard  watching a female polar bear dive down to a submerged minke (or it might have been fin) whale carcass to bring up some old meat for its cub.

That was a Good Day.

That set me thinking.  Do I have a memorable picture for every day of the year?  I’ve been taking digital images for about 15 years, so I must have something memorable for most days at least?

So starts my #OnThisDay series - over the next 366 days (we get a leap day next year - not many 29th Februarys to choose from) I’ll aim to post something interesting on Twitter from my photo collection each day.  

I’m already finding that some days have an embarrassment of choice, while others are rather more of a struggle.  Maybe July wasn’t the best month to start, over the years I’ve tended to regard July and August as working months (when everyone else goes on holiday).

30 Days Wild, June 2019: Orca to Orchids, Puffins to Poppies

As the old cliché goes - this years 30 Days Wild was a month of two halves.

The first part of the month was based at the south end of Shetland - which offered the expected assortment of bright sunshine and misty days, and lots of opportunity to watch and photograph the puffins at Sumburgh Head.  It also provided the hoped for (but never expected) delight of seeing a big pod of orca at close quarters.

Back further south (despite the distraction of my desk job) the pictures mostly revolved around wild flowers both in the garden and further afield.  The real bonus this year was discovering places to see wild orchids - I don't know if it has been a particularly good year for orchids, but I've certainly noticed more of them this year - and I don't think they've featured in previous 30 Days Wild collections.

Orcas to Orchids

Wednesday, 5th June 2019

Tuesday, 25th June 2019

Puffins to Poppies

Saturday, 1st June 2019

Saturday, 22nd June 2019

This year I also managed to include a couple of conservation volunteer days during the month - one at Stansfeld Park and one at the Oxford City Farm with work colleagues - both hard work but good fun too.

Sunday, 16th June 2019

Friday, 21st June 2019

I've throughly enjoyed 30 Days Wild again this year, and I fully expect to be back next year.

30 Days - June 2019