Monday, 30 June 2008

Meet Boey





Lovely Boey was dumped in a ditch next to a churchyard. He's had rickets, which has left his forelegs bent and stunted. He also has a badly healed break in one leg. Now he's been adopted by my brother and his wife and lives with them in the Irish countryside near the Wicklow Mountains. He's a very loving dog and is much loved in return. He lollops around happily on his bow legs and gets stronger and fitter every day.

Sunday, 29 June 2008

A brief rant



I don't usually do politics in my blog but as our repulsive government systematically trashes our rights and freedoms, I'll make an exception to remark their latest attempt: the abolition of the right of habeas corpus enshrined in Magna Carta in 1215 and upheld for nearly 800 years until this government's recent efforts to abolish it. One can only hope that when the government's bill goes to the Upper House, the Lords again uphold Magna Carta and tell the government to shove their bill where the sun don't shine.


NO Freeman shall be taken or imprisoned, or be disseised of his Freehold, or Liberties, or free Customs, or be outlawed, or exiled, or any other wise destroyed; nor will We not pass upon him, nor condemn him, but by lawful judgment of his Peers, or by the Law of the Land. We will sell to no man, we will not deny or defer to any man either Justice or Right.
~ Clause XXIX of Magna Carta

Sunday, 22 June 2008

Royal Geographical Society Tour of SPTA

Yesterday, we were privileged to go on the Royal Geographical Society Tour of the Salisbury Plain Training Area. The SPTA is the largest military training area in the UK and much of it is closed to civilians, for obvious reasons, so the RGS tour was a rare opportunity to visit. We were only a few miles from Stone Henge, in one of the most archaeologically-rich regions of Britain, where the landscape is dotted with neolithic burial mounds and barrows, Iron Age hill forts, and the remains of Romano-British villages and their agricultural surrounds - some 2400 identified sites. Because the area is heavily used for tank manouevres, each archaeological site is surrounded by white marker posts so the tank drivers can identify and avoid them.

The SPTA is also a rich wildlife habitat. The UK Great Bustard Reintroduction Project, in the buffer zone area of the SPTA, is gradually reintroducing this globally threatened species to Britain 170 years after they were hunted out of existence in this country. A Barn Owl conservation project has seen the number of nesting pairs in the area increase from just 3 to 90-100. The rare Fairy Shrimp Chirocephalus diaphanus is also found here - an odd little thing that lives in puddles and other ephemeral bodies of water. We were lucky enough to see one but unfortunately it's almost impossible to photograph unless you hoik it out into clear water (which would have been frowned upon, had I tried) or happen to be a two-inch long Scuba diver with a special muddy puddle camera lens. Which, obviously, I'm not. The area is also home to many native raptors, badgers, foxes, roe deer, and Muntjac deer, amongst other things.

Salisbury Plain is chalky grasslands, and the SPTA is rich in grasslands botanical species, butterflies, moths, and other bugs. There also seemed to be more slugs per square foot than I've seen anywhere other than my vegetable patch. Tank tracks and bomb craters - strange though it seems - facilitate the area's botanical richness by turning over the surface and creating mini-habitats where various rare species thrive.

It speaks volumes of the destructiveness of modern life that a region in which tanks and ordnance are widely deployed provides a better wildlife habitat than one given over to civilian towns and roads.

Unfortunately the weather was dismal so my pictures are a bit dark and hazy. Midsummer, eh.



Our tour was led by Lt. Colonel Mike Jelf, here showing us the monument to the highwayman Benjamin Colclough who - according to the inscription - "fell Dead on this Spot in attempting to escape his Pursuers" in 1839.



The tank road, running through land leased by the MoD to tenant farmers. Schedule 1 land is protected farmland. Schedule 3 land is leased for a pittance but the downside is that if a tank rolls over your crop, you're not entitled to compensation. It's a gamble.


An Iron Age hillfort, can't remember which one but I'm told it's Cley Hill ...



The village of Imber was evacuated in 1943 to make way for an extension of the military training area. Most of the village has been blasted to rubble now but the Imber parish church is still standing and is currently being renovated.

Friday, 20 June 2008

Buckethead



Advice for buckethead dogs:

1. Gravity hasn't suddenly stopped working so you don't have to walk in that stupid way.

2. No, you can't fit into that gap behind the summerhouse anymore.

3. Yes, the fox terrier can steal your treats if you drop them on the floor. She isn't a buckethead: you are.

4. Don't woof at Rottweilers when you have a bucket on your head. Actually, don't woof at Rottweilers. Ever. Got it?

5. Groaning and whining at me will not make me remove the bucket.

6. Having a bucket on your head is NOT the worst thing that ever happened to any dog in history, and the RSPCA is not going to send in the SAS to rescue you.

7. Yes, I know you can't chew at your stitches now. That's the point of the bucket.

Tuesday, 17 June 2008

Charlie and his poorly foot

Charlie developed a big warty growth on his foot, like an extra toe, and yesterday he had the op to remove it. He's an old boy for a Dobe so I spent most of yesterday fidgeting and worrying until at last we got the good news that the operation was a success and we could pick him up at 4. He was very woozy and sleepy but this morning he's his usual happy-go-lucky self again. He's not allowed to go for a walk until Friday so there's a lot of yipping and boinging going on.

He doesn't need an Elizabethan collar, which is just as well because he's not good with a bucket on his head. Things get broken. Walls crumble. But instead, he's got this snazzy red dressing:



He's home, he's safe, and I'm mightily relieved.