Posts Tagged ‘undergrowth’


February 6, 2013 Leave a comment
Water crashing into the ditch

Water from the pipe crashing into the ditch

Standing outside the house with Galileo today I wondered what it was I could hear.

It sounded like a rushing river, or it might have been one of our neighbour’s many vehicles.

I was a bit worried that it might be caused by an enormous leak.

Then I connected it to the sound of the melted snow which has been tinkling in the downpipes ever since the sun came out.

It would be snowmelt running off the mountains!

And so it proved when I went the 300-odd metres to investigate.

The culvert pipe under the drive was discharging into the wooded ditch at the end of our land at a tremendous rate, sending the water crashing through the undergrowth into the rocky bed which is dry most of the year.

Monster log

September 15, 2012 Leave a comment

I’m calling it a monster log not so much because of its size, although it’s pretty big, but because of Kepler’s reaction to it.

This morning I heard him barking and barking at something so I went to investigate, and there was a sizeable log lying across our drive.

I guess it must have dislodged itself in the woodland above, perhaps some way up, and crashed down through the undergrowth before reaching its resting place.

No wonder Kepler was startled; he probably thought it was alive. He calmed down when I went up to it and rolled it, with some difficulty, under the strawberry tree so it wouldn’t be in the way of the car.

The log, now tucked under the strawberry tree

Just as I finished, presumably entirely by coincidence, 3 hunters came along the drive, 2 of them dressed in camouflage gear and in a car, and the third on foot. The one on foot told me they plan to hunt hares across our land tomorrow afternoon and could I therefore keep our dogs in.

I pointed Kepler out to him, asking him to please recognise him and be aware of him because it’s not always possible to get him to come in. I’m not sure he paid much attention, but he did say something interesting, which is that our neighbour (the one with the maremmano, Joules’ girlfriend) refuses to co-operate with the request to confine his dogs, saying he has nowhere to put them. Strange. Probably some form of rural politics.