I’m pretty sure this picture is of the boar-pig hybrids mentioned the other day:
These little darlings have been tusked where applicable, but the shoulders look broader to me than on boar I’ve seen before and the hide less hairy. On the other side of the hill there are what look like their feral cousins, which come down to a stream at sunset to drink and root around. Not many reincarnation dilemmas for me, I’m afraid.
The walk that includes this farm is as yet undocumented; apart from a couple of anarchist farmers, pleasures include some rather nice esoteric/modernist villas, a very large Quercus ilex, the usual ancient chapels, excellent views, and the odd bar.
- One less river to cross
The secrets of Erith Driving Test Centre.
- For drone-hunters, a walk westward from Gatwick airport to Ockley station
Dedicated to those at Gatwick considering tracking down and killing the source of their stasis. Features two good drinking establishments, the
- Barn yarns
Where boring old Ulster farmers just used to store A for horses, Dutch farmers would park that shiny new Mercedes where
- Effect of rainfall on wood ants and Ukrainians
Wood ants descending rapidly en masse from a Quercus ilex on Montseny at the onset of a sharp shower: Having spent several
- Blond boar
Not a single person wanted to come on the Republican Picnic today, so I went a-wandering in a very quiet valley