Saturday, July 10, 2010
Ashdown Woods
After an enjoyable but bird-poor walk on the Oxfordshire/West Berkshire downs, I went a little way into the woods and found blue and great tits (including yellow-cheeked young), coal tits, nuthatches, chiffchaffs, blackcaps, and a family of marsh tits.
Scanning the combe and ridge opposite the car park while Greger had a coffee, I belatedly realised that the two large black birds in the tree on top of Weathercock Hill were not crows, but ravens - just as they flew off calling. Typical.
With regard to the second mountain we bagged in Scotland last week: I found the notebook in which I record my Munros and entered the "new" one. I told Greger that my total was now 127, his 84. We felt very pleased with ourselves - after all, it's three years since we bagged a new Munro.
Then I idly flicked back through the notebook to look at the last walk we did in the area, twelve years ago, when we climbed Beinn Dearg and one other. Except we didn't. We climbed BD and two others. We had already done this Munro.
Talk about getting old and forgetful. As if 3,000ft mountains aren't hard enough to get up, without doing them blooming-well twice.
// posted by Christine @ 12:52 PM 
