A final adventure, similar to when I was 23, and as a hippy travelled for thirteen months round South America. Then, after reading the Green Book, what started as a feint, distant wish grew into a craving that came to fruition within four years with little effort on my part. All the necessary pieces fell into place, and the adventure took its course.
Now again what was initially a thought, has now become a burning desire that never really goes away; I hold it there in the back of my mind, like an old grandfather clock you can hear ticking away in the background of an old cottage, its gentle, steady, hypnotic, rhythmic sound is always there, sometimes distracting you from what you are doing, sometimes keeping you awake at night, but always there. The thoughts, ideas, possible plans, problems and solutions are all there mixed together, and churning over in the darkest corners of my mind.
It’s common here in Antioquia, the county, where I live in Colombia, for the people to be referred to colloquially as “Paisas.” When I tell me that I have lived here for more than sixteen years they usually say, “ah ya estas Pasia,” “now you are Paisa.” The truth is, even though I have integrated into the Colombian culture, feel at home here, and generally enjoy life here, I don’t feel that it is my home. I miss Wales more and more. I love my country, and I want to get to know it like the back of my hand, while I still have the energy and determination to do so.
I sometimes say to the people I go trekking with when we think we have taken the wrong path up in the mountains that we may think we are lost, but that one is never really lost, as life puts us in the situations we need to be in, to learn what it is we have to learn. Maybe I had to come to Colombia to understand what it is I want to do in these later years of my life.
I want to explore Wales and promote its treasures here in Colombia and other Latin American countries via, my website, books and through giving talks. Last week I gave my first talk in Spanish to a group of people about my website and I enjoyed the experience immensely.
Let’s see where this desire leads me. If there are any businessmen or women out there who have the financial capacity, and desire to fund this life project, don’t be shy – contact me!
I recently read that a British naturalist, Chris Packham, had accused the Maltese authorities of failing to prevent large-scale illegal shooting of migratory birds by hunters.
Mr. Packham, said that rare species were being shot and that though Malta has an exemption from the EU Birds Directive allowing hunters to shoot turtle doves and quail during the spring migration, they are also shooting rare species. According to Mr Packham this is a crucial stage in the birds' life cycle with the numbers of Turtle Doves down by 95% in the UK.
You can read the full story here:
And here is what Mark Avery a British scientist and naturalist says on the subject;
New - Malta Migrant Massacre: many of us have been moved by the nightly videos posted by Chris Packham that have shone a light on spring slaughter of migrants on Malta. Spring hunting should be illegal as it is the most damaging type of hunting, occurring just when migrant birds are returning to breed. Many of the species killed on Malta are protected throughout the EU at all times of year. The Maltese government is responsible for implementing EU legislation in its own country so please email the Malta High Commission in London to express your anger (if you feel angry) and disgust (if you feel disgusted) and ask them to protect Europe’s birds for us all. Here is the email address: firstname.lastname@example.org
You can see what else Mark is writing about by visiting his website:
The island is one of the Britain’s most spectacular havens for sea birds. You can read the full story here.
And another part here:
The island of Skokholm which in Welsh is called Ynys Sgogwm, is situated 4km off the coast of Pembrokeshire to the south of the island of Skomer. Skokholm is the 7th largest of Wales’ islands. The word Skokholm comes from Norse and means wooded island.
Skokholm was the first island in Britain to operate as a bird observatory, being founded by the naturist and ornithologist, Ronald Lockley in 1933. Its function was to ring resident wild birds, visiting or migrating species and research. The ringing of birds on Skokholm ceased in 1976.
The most complete British studies of the Storm Petrel and Razorbill amongst seabirds and the Oystercatcher and the Wheatear amongst land birds have taken place on Skokholm. As ' John Fursdon, the warden on Skokholm in 1946 said, “There can be few other islands anywhere in the world that can boast the continuity of biological recordings, save for wartime years, that has taken place on Skokholm.”
Skokholm has the third largest Manx shearwater colony (15% of world population) and 20% of Europe's population of storm-petrels, as well as 4,500 puffins and 2000 guillemots and razorbills. There are also large colonies of Lesser Black-backed Gulls, Herring Gulls and Great Black-backed Gulls. The island is a breeding site for Oystercatchers, Chough, Skylark and Wheatear.
In addition to the impressive numbers of breeding seabirds, it is a good British site for passage migrants, including Chiffchaff, Willow Warblers, Whitethroat, Redstart, and Spotted and Pied Flycatchers.
There is a house on the island which was rebuilt and lived in by Ronald Lockley and served as Britain’s first bird observatory. The house is aptly named Lockley House and is a grade II listed building.
There is also a lighthouse on Skokholm which was originally built in 1776, and then rebuilt at its current site in 1861.