Sunday, 17 March 2013

Jog!

Well went for my jog through mud, fields and woods. Only done about four miles but MAN! So unfit these days. Gonna' have to quit smoking soon and remedy my fitness for the summer. Remember the days when I could just run and run and never wear out. Like Forest Gump. Ach will get there again, I wasn't that bad today.
Arrived home, filled my face with food then took my Mum and John out for a biggish walk through Saltoun woods.

Jog?

Planning on going for a Jog. Dunno' why. Havn't ran in such a long time! And it's wet and muddy. Kinda' Frunxing myself.
But it'll be fun! Aye!

Saturday, 16 March 2013

We are on Facebook now!

Aye, as it says on the tin! Show your support and follow my Face with your face!
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Friday, 15 March 2013

Yellow-Necked Mouse

Yellow-Necked Mouse
Little Despair




Inadequate size, stunted by modest perception. Your golden suit of silk. Ponderous eyes brimming with interest and curiosity. Every task a deliberation. Every action a consideration. Every sound, every clatter is like a thunderous storm and your ears, like sails, moving your vesssel with ghostly speeds.
 Frightening little intruder, contaminated little thief. 
The world's a hazard, your lifes unfair.
We may be enemies but you are still my friend.
Little Despair.

 The yellow-necked mouse (Apodemus flavicollis) was only regognised a species in 1894 as it is closly related to the wood mouse with which it was long confused with.
At around 10-12cm in length 25-45g in weight, they are larger than the Wood Mouse and are further more identifiable by their yellow fur collar around the neck.
They are very good climbers, having the ability to climb trees. However they still prefere to spend the winters in peoples houses to which they are known to do.
  They are found mostly in Mountainous areas of southern Europe, but they extend north into parts of Scandinavia and Britain. They are considerred to be common.

With a sad lifespan of around a year they make up for in reproduction. The breeding season runs from February to October, during which females give birth to 4-7 young after a gestation period of 23 days. The young are weaned after three weeks. Their distinctive yellow collars become visible after two weeks, at about the same time as they open their eyes.

Yellow-necked mice have a very similar diet to wood mice, feeding on seeds, buds, fruits, insects, worms, centipedes, snails and fungi. 



So I was in my kitchen, filling up a glass of water, when I caught something out the corner of my eye.
Not really bothered by my presence I went by my buisiness as normal and so did he. I actually felt like he had some nerve, acting as if everything was ok. I went upstairs, got my camera, fitted a flash and tripod, went back down the stairs, turned out the lights and waited in the dark kitchen by my rabbits food dish or him to show face again. Did not have to wait very long when sure enough...

He knew I was there. He had to.
But was he bothered?
Doesn't look like it.

I reckon he or she must have a nest nomwhere as they seemed to be stock piling the food.
Aye, back for more, eh?



Only the good stuff though...

I was very suprised actually.  The sound of the shutter from my camera and the flash going off, or my presence did not seem to really bother this guy very much, or at all for that matter.
To give you an idea of his confidence/stupidness, I was only sitting about three feet away from this wee opportunist.









Oh dear, something seems to be worrying you, eh.
Oh thats why. My rabbit. Oh well guys you'll just have to learn to get along...
I could'nt believe my eyes. I had just put my camera away and returned to the kitchen. Both my rabbit and the mouse, sitting on the edge of the dish, eating away, not bothered about the other or myself. It was almost as if they were having a conversation with each other.
Time for bed.

Sunday, 10 March 2013

WWW.FRUNXOUTDOORS.COM

My blog can now be found by typing "WWW.FRUNXOUTDOORS.COM"
 Or if you wan't to be old school "WWW.FRUNX.BLOGSPOT.CO.UK
Will still bring you here too!



Also!...

Thanx to everyone for all the page views and the nice feedback! :D
I'll try my hardest to make this an interesting read every week, I still have so many exciting plans in store for the year so keep checking back every week!
And thanx again for your support!

Plans for next weekend:
hopefully going to head out to Ben Nevis!

Thursday, 7 March 2013

Hopetoun Monument, Athelstaneford, Tyninghame Beach and The Burns Monument


 Thunderous waves crashing against ancient stones, A billion days shift under every stride.
Neptunes breath, an aura, worn like skin, a part of each other.
 A distant horizon, a perpetual border, defining Heaven from Earth.
I crouch down, dipping my fingers into the sand. A timeless history, flowing through my fingers,
it falls back to the Earth where it sits like an infinite canvas. Enduring endless creation. 
 238,855 miles away lives a 4.527 billion year old dream, the Moon, the oldest artist. Alone and
empty, only full of memory and imagination it
draws the expansive ocean with every pass, like a blanket is thrown across the sand.
 I love the beach...

I woke up as early as I could this morning and made my way out to Haddigton to Tesco's for a meal deal. Didn't want to waste any time to have breakfast at home, which was a stupid thing to do as I was pretty hungry.
With the meal deal bought I made my way out towards Hopetoun Monument on Byres Hill which was just a few minutes ride from the town.
With Skye parked up I made my way up the hill.


Standing at 95 feet (29 m) tall, Hopetoun Monument was built in 1824 in memory of the 4th Earl of Hopetoun, John Hope (1765–1823). There is an inscription on the monument which says: "This monument was erected to the memory of the Great and Good John, Fourth Earl of Hopetoun by his affectionate and grateful tenantry in East Lothian. MDCCCXXIV"
Hopetoun Monument; Mind when I was up Traprian Law, I pointed out on a photo of Hopetoun Monument taken from Traprian Law, I said I would come up here... Well here I am...


 

Well the door was open...
 
The steps to reach the top are steep, dark and narrow and there are 132 of the buggers. Made from sandstone and being noticeably old, at times it actually feels as though they are about to crumble away at any time. In fact I did notice light shining through the old mortar, used for binding the steps together. Not good!

 
The windows did not do very much for letting light in. Very handy they were for hiding the poor condition of the steps. To be honest I was kinda' crapping myself.

VERtigoooooooooooooooo!
 
However the view from the top was amazing! well worth the fear of old, dodgy sandstone stair cases!

I felt quite relieved when I saw this gate.

Having my wee traditional drink of Dr. Pepper and taking in the view. It's being at places like this that bring forth, to mind, various ideas and dreams. Sometimes its good to take a moment to think.

I realy need to do this!

The view looking West towards Edinburgh
Zoomed in a bit closer we are able to see Arthur's Seat (middle left) Edinburgh Castle (centre right) and Cocenzie power station (lower Right)
Some floaty thing on the water.

Before heading back to Skye I decided that I couldn't leave without first looking for a Geocache...

Bingo! Found and signed! TNLN

And the path leading back down to the car park.

Where I met back up with Skye. Now to set course for Tynninghame!

The National Flag Heritage Centre
On my way I passed through the small village of Athelstaneford, the birthplace of the Scottish Saltire. In accordance with popular legend this is where our flag was born. In 832AD, invading Angles from Northumbria were defeated by an army of Picts. Accordig to legend on the eve of battle, the Pictish king, Ă“engus II had a vision of  Saint Andrew, who was crucified on a diagonal cross, promising victory on the battlefield. The next morning the Picts awoke to a white cross in the sky, formed by clouds, against a blue sky. Aye and they kicked arse that day!
I got some dodgy looks from the locals when I stopped to take this photo on my phone. They probably see strangers doing this all he time.
 
After a really nice ride through East Linton and Tynninghame, via East Fortune airfield and watching some small planes landing from close up I eventually arrived at Tynninghame beach. Well almost. Still had to walk there.
 

 
Dunno why but im always finding odd bits of clothing lying around. One day im eventually going to find a naked person.

 
Some giant trees

Had to take this photo. My two olds Spaniels used to jump in here evertime an d emerge looking like swamp monsters. Typical Spaniels.

 Finally I made set foot on he sandy beach.

I love the way Bass Rock sits in view of the sea like a signature.
 

 

 

 

 
Looks like everyone was having fun today.

Almost got soaked by some of these waves. Sometimes I forget that water is wet. I decided to move away from the rocks and the advancing tide and make my way further down the beach.
 
Im alway looking up so often I miss out on the world that is right beneath my feet.
 

 

 

 
A flowing stream over the shore and mineral deposits compose these amazing patters in the sand. Almost reminds me of ancient cave paintings. Beautiful.
 

 

 

 

 

Time for my Tesco's meal deal. Hmmmm...Wait, what?! Nah really it was  Chirizo and it was very nice.

A view of the beach with North Berwick Law protruding in the background. The rocks to the left is where I took photo's and I entered the beach from left, making my way across to the far right where I done some metal detecting. Got bored after about twenty minutes of feeling stupid.
 
North Bewrick Law...
 
Looking closer we are able to see the whale jaw bone on top! Remember we were there a few weeks ago...
 
Dunno what this is


One of my faveorate places to sit.


Bass Rock trying to climb inside my head.



With the approaching tide and crashing waves, this narrow foyer played dramatic music of thunder followed by a million stones rolling as they race for the sea, chasing the retreating surge. 
Setting course back to the car park with two cheeky Geocaches en route...


Really wish I had a bicycle here.

These giant square barricades can be found for miles along this coastline. Their purpose was to hinder any envading forces during he Second World War. Another elapsing reminder of times past, just blending in with today. Almost chilling in a way.



So with only one Geocach found I once again set course for the car park...

 On my way back to haddington I decided to conclude the day with a visit to the Burns Monument...







Click on pictures to enlarge...


Skye...

With another swally of Dr. Pepper, a munch, music, some photo's and a cigarette...




I set course for home...
Another day of memories to take home.


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