My wife Louise had a working trip to Port Lincoln between Jan 5 and 9, and I decided to join her. The pics are from my new Nikkon Coolpix p1100, which is like a bigger version of my older camera with better focus control, but a wee bit heavier. I had a great time with it. 

It's been just over a week since I got back. I spent the first 4 days in a bit of a frenzy of appointments and sorting out stuff that had been left undone while away. Then, I got up to Burra on Saturday and...slept. 

It's so quiet here, and lovely in the Spring. There has been a very wet winter and the yard is in full flower, but was also full of weeds. I have done my best with the whipper snipper but the place still looks a bit like an overgrown country jungle yard. 

The sleep was much needed. My physio has said I needed to take it easy, but I did not realise exactly how easy that would be. I have been taking the days slowly, going to bed at 10pm and getting 12 hours sleep over a 14 hour period, Sat, Sun and Monday nights, to awake at midday. I have one more night and am hoping insomnia doesn't kick in. Adelaide tomorrow. 

The equinox is over and my Adelaide life must start again, at some point. It is already full of appointments and needful activity. For now I am enjoying the last days of perfect temperature, and an even balance between day and night.

Hello, folks. 

Today was the best day of the walk so far, but it did not go without incident. I woke up early to get the best out of the upcoming archaeological wonders, and left the Rose and Crown just after 8, full of beans, and other aspects of the Full English. After several miles, within striking range of Wayland's Smithy (a famous neolithic long barrow), I stuck my hand in my right pocket to discover the hotel keys I had forgotten to return. Oh, bugger. I found a diagonal back down the hill, and spotted a perching raptor en route, but was feeling a bit beleaguered at the thought of having added about 3 miles onto my day through my mistake. Luckily, a chap (who I could swear was one of the cast of Horrible Histories) spotted me in a cafe and gave me a lift back up the hill. So, only 2 miles added. 

The rest of the day was great. I saw the Smithy, and took a few photos, but it's really more about being there, and I was fortunate that there weren't too many tourists present, other than me. After about half an hour I sauntered on, and got myself to the White Horse of Uffington. I was dreading to see the wonderful White Horse in a similar state to the last two chalk figures I had seen, which were looking shabby and unloved in the browning grass. But it was in great nick, green and pristine - perhaps the nearby airbase has been water-bombing it? The hillside was much more green than those nearby, I noticed. I wandered around beaming among a few others enjoying the sunshine, mostly locals getting a good vantage point to watch a nearby airshow, or, families with kids flying kites off the Iron Age hill-fort ramparts. It was great.

Now I had a decision to make - did I go down the wonderfully named Blowingstone Road, too see the Blowingstone, and have a half at the nearby Blowingstone Inn? Apparently there is a stone hidden in someone's front yard with a hole in it, and if you blow on it hard enough, you can make a small noise of some kind. (In the Middle Ages, you made your fun however you could.) The stone and inn sounded tempting (although I am glad I do not have such a stone in my front garden). But, I decided to keep going on the Ridgeway to Letcombe Regis, where a bus would take me down into the market town of Wantage. Another fine raptor was spotted in the trees on the way. Both turned out to be Buzzards. 

Wantage is a cool place; there's lots of Tudor half-timbered buildings with Turkish Barbers operating out of them, heaps of tradies drinking in the pubs, and about 6 op shops, which I visited in hope of replacing some of my thoroughly stinky clothes. I am now all good for socks, and have a new long-sleeve shirt, but fresh underpants await me further down the trail. The op shop people may have thought me a bit weird when I asked about second hand underpants and I had to explain that was normal in Australia. I didn't have time to explain that they are normally donated new, so perhaps that explained the funny looks. 

My place this evening is the Volunteer Inn, which originally housed a volunteer rifles crew, but now houses people who come to visit the Formula One Williams Centre, which is just down the road. Car enthusiasts abound around here. The hotel cheap and 'cheerful', because it's on a main road, and, the main train line to Bristol. My room faces both. Earplugs have been provided. Wish me luck. 

The weather tomorrow may feature ALL the rain the country hasn't had in the last 6 weeks, or, none of it, if the storms don't cross the Chilterns. I'll make my mind up in the morning, but if it really is chucking it down as threatened, I'lll go to Oxford by bus - it turns out to be just up the main road I'm on - and mooch about in my raincoat, buying whisky and underpants. If it's clear, I might bus back to Letcombe and start the trail again. Let's see. 

It's day 4 and my brain and body are demanding rest. I'm in a cafe in Kentish Town, waiting for the energy to do more things later on. I need to buy shorts. 

Yesterday I took the train out to Walthamstowe Wetlands to go birding. I knew from Google that it didn't open until 9.30am but I, stubbornly, got there at 6.30am, thinking to walk along the riverbank for a bit and see a few common species in the early morning. I had the great fortune to run into David, a local bird enthusiast, who saw my camera and asked me what I was doing. I explained my purpose and he said it was OK if I came into the main site with him. He has a special permit to access the site out of hours, to do species surveying as a volunteer for the London Wildlife Trust. I followed him around the reservoirs and marshlands of the River Lee for about 5 and a half hours, during which he got me up to speed on many things, and ensured I saw most of the available species. 

The first two days had felt like catch up on the past. Yesterday felt more like the current version of me. I have taken on the role of tour guide for a Chinese birder on quite a few occasions and I understood exactly why he was excited to show me species he had been seeing for years. I got his email and we might catch up further. Gallery below is only a few of the species I got.

Later, I went out to a cool cafe in Kentish Town and saw some American folk singers on tour. One, Lucy Clearwater, was exceptional. I'm listening to her stuff today. 

The first two days of my time in London were some of the hottest ever recorded. 36 degrees in London mugginess is no joke. The tubes were like saunas. The Londoners were all gadding / flitting about in shorts / sundresses, talking about how great it was, but moaning all the while. I've also been sleep deprived; I never get much sleep the night before a trip, and had almost none of the 27-hour journey, so Monday was a bit of a hot mess. 

On day 1, my friend Anita came down to help me with my sim card situation and give a general welcome to Old Blighty. We took a river cruise from Chelsea to Greenwich and ticked off a lot of Monopoly Board London on the way. I saw the Tower of London Bridge, and the Houses of Big Ben, and a very hot swan. And I saw the Cutty Sark, and it was hot. And we had Chinese food in Soho and it was hot, went to Leicester Square for about five seconds and it was hot. Anita went home and I crashed about 9pm, delirious.

Next morning I took in Kensington Gardens and was reminded of how butt ugly the Palace is, and how they really should just knock it down to make room for more dog-walkers, squirrels, joggers, and people doing Tai Chi, which is really what the park is for. I saw a swan. Maybe the same one. 

Then I relocated, to my longer term place in West Kentish Town. Most of the people near my place are either West Indian or Arabic background, and it has a vibe quite different to Kensington, by which I really mean it's much cheaper and lots more fun. En route I spent a few hours in Camden Town, about a mile south. In the 90s, when I was last there, it was still a cheap, slightly sleazy market area with good deals to be had. Now it's hipsterized hellhole. You can't always go back. 

But sometimes, you can. Yesterday evening I walked up to Hampstead Heath. I was last there in the winter of 1995, when Louise and I got engaged. It's still good. That winter, it was almost abandoned. In high summer, the bathing pools that mark the headwaters of the River Fleet were chockers with desperate Londoners trying to cool down, and people picnicking in the browning grass. The Bronze-Aged tumulus still has no signage, despite being one of the most important archeological sites in London. It's a weird old hummock covered in trees in the middle of a mowed field. I love it. Picture to follow. 

Then I returned to Kentish Town and crashed, again. I think I have successfully ticked off all the nostalgic and basic tourist London I needed to do, in the first few hot and sweaty days. 

It's day 3, lunchtime. I just walked Walthamstowe Wetlands with a friendly bird expert I met by chance, and saw about 25 new species. But that's a story for another post. 

Pics to come when I rig my card reader up later on...

Steve.

Hello folks,

This coming Sunday (June 29) I am flying to the UK / Ireland and will be over there a while. It's "trip of a lifetime" stuff, a thing I have been planning for 7 years. Various COVID / LIFE factors have prevented it until now. I'll be journalling the trip here. 

Rough itinerary: London / Chiltern region / Devonshire / Wiltshire / Oxfordshire / Chiltern Region again / Holyhead in Wales / Dublin / Folk Festival in County Clare / Belfast / Ballycastle / Galloway / Glasgow / Fort William to Inverness / Ullapool / Outer Hebrides / Back to London / Kuala Lumpur and a deep breath before getting back again. 

I'm attempting a few long distance hikes while there. And, there will be a lot of birding. 

Wish me luck! 

Steve.

The shapely form of Louise K in the cellars of the Unicorn Brewery in Burra, May 2025. 

A few weeks later I played a game of Sherlock Holmes down here with some mates. In order to trigger the lights, we had to re-enter by the main door every half hour. Each time, our presence aroused an automated video broadcast featuring John Jarrett, who talks you through the history of the cellars just as you come in. The cellars were used as a prominent location for Wolf Creek 2, an Australian serial killer movie. John Jarrett is the killer. 

Great place to take your wife on a date. Also, a great place to role-play. 

A favourite for the year so far: the trip to Nildottie with 5 friends, 2 nights camping, perfect weather, clear skies, and a moon so bright you could have read by it. I would never have come here otherwise; it's on a somewhat neglected river section between Blanchetown and Murray Bridge and some of the shacks there remind me of what more well-known river sections would have been like in the 70s and 80s. 

Nildottie means 'Smoke Signal Hill' in the language of the Nganguruku people. I can only imagine they must have sent the signals from the high point of the river cliff over to the people on the western side. 

We went boating, caught carp, ate them, drank, attempted water skiing on a novelty floating couch, failed, and drank some more. 

Good times for my outdoor / role-play gang.