There's an overgrown stone circle in a wood at the foot of the hill by the road, which for some years has been fenced off by the landowner, Rempstone Estates, who've erected signs to warn off trespassers. It's possible that it was built by the same Bronze Age tribes who were responsible for the burial mounds / barrows, on top of the chalk ridge.
Several possibilities as to how this deer ended up like this. Locals think that pet dogs could be responsible. Tourists imagine The Beast Of Ballard Down.
It's more likely that a car was involved at the start, before foxes, carrion crows and other carnivores got stuck in. Who knows, maybe Hugh Fearnley Mutton Chops had a leg for Xmas ?
There are still plenty of live ones left.
UPDATE : Reports in the media, confirmed by the police, of several incidents of poachers leaving jam sandwiches and buns in the road to attract deer, which are then wounded or killed by traffic. Metro news article
Fresh water lake cut off from the sea by the formation of the sand dunes as recently as 1880. A haven for birds, with several hides around the shore, but relatively poor in nutrients and supporting little aquatic life. (Not much bird life about either today)
Dusty the donkey (not pictured) made an appearance at St Mary's, Swanage, along with a couple of well behaved sheep, at the Christmas Eve children's carol service. No sign of local resident Jonathan Woss, atoning for his beastliness.
My bicycle D Lock refused to open after I'd been shopping in town. Fortunately I hadn't locked it to anything. Unfortunately, I had to carry it two miles home, stopping along the way to wrestle with the key and get my breath back.
YouTube has lots of videos of people opening locks like these with pen tops and a friend told me they were easy to open with one tap of a hammer. I broke the end off the first key while holding it with pliars, but had two backups. I oiled the lock and barrel and twisted the key for a couple of hours, getting nowhere. I watched more clips on YouTube, exasperated as people put the end of a Bic biro into the lock, twisting for at most a few minutes before opening it. One video showed someone with an angle grinder taking a few minutes to cut through. (Where are all those noisy builders when you need them ?)
I read somewhere that it would take an hour with a hacksaw. I only had a small one with an old blade, but got comfortable on the floor and started sawing, imagining that it would take more than an hour, but having no choice. My day had been scuppered and I couldn't go anywhere without sorting it out.
After lots of pffaffing - uploaded the 2004 video of 'Hit The North' to lastfm and YouTube, featuring the soundtrack Coniston Leap, from the album Asylum Seeker. (And no, nothing to do with The Fall!)
I've recently remastered the 1993 Polish Radio Sessions from cassette tape. They were originally recorded on a borrowed mini disc recorder, but a friend lost the disc ! I performed three or four live sessions for Przemek Mroczek's program at Radio Koszalin between 1990-93 and for a time, the radio station had recordings on quality analogue tape. As far as i know, none of them survived.
I've uploaded six tracks to lastfm which I plan to release as an EP download in the near future.
Some startling similarities between the new version of Survivors (BBC1) and the series that I followed in the mid 70s. The Volvo and the hanged 'looter' in the supermarket for starters. I was hoping that humanity might have evolved a tad in three decades and gone straight for the garden centres to stock up on seeds and fertiliser, then headed out to a farm and sorted out a horse and a cow or two. Instead, we get petrol wars and the battle for Tesco Metro.
Actually, the farms could get a bit nasty too, cows are a bit cumbersome and I'm no John Wayne. I'd probably head for the coast, or an island, like Heath Bunting and his chums, whose plans for escaping to The Isle Of Skye in such an event are documented here. http://duo.irational.org/siper/
If I remember correctly, it took them a few series of Survivors in the 70s to get their collective farms sorted out, but then it all petered out and nobody wanted to watch hippies arguing over crop rotation methods. Still, they didn't have the (literally) underground renaissance command centre, which we got a glimpse of the other night, (or am I mixing it up with Spooks?) showing that although humanity might not have evolved much in 30 years, governments have.
Came across a gargantuan, fully comprehensive list of music related links at mshipproductions which seems to operate out of a Dutch canal boat. It's all there; psycho acoustics, therapies, resources, software, samples, tutorials, articles - I ended up listening to David Byrne & Brian Eno chatting in a cafe about the future of music.
This stream in Eastville Park is much too nice a spot to leave unspoiled. Toxic waste dump ? Hydroelectric power station ? Children as young as two have been spotted slyly creating dams, in what must surely be the initial consultancy phase of some heinous development, utilising the spare capacity of workshy youngsters.
My superpowers have got me into trouble again. There I was last week, taking an innocent (OK, strictly illegal) cycle through Eastville Park, eulogising about the autumnal trees, flippantly remarking that I'd probably put the curse on them, following the debarkle with the ash tree which I photographed on the cyclepath, just days before it was unexpectedly felled, then this happens, 200 metres away.....
It all seems a bit pointless and is shoddy work too, though at least there should be enough wood for my crucifixion.
"It's happening, Reg. Something's actually happening, Reg. Can't you understand?"
Now that I've been warned off campaigning to save trees by Indymedia contributors, the Easton Popular Front, the Popular Front of Easton, the Easton People's Front, the People's Front of Easton, Chris Hutt and other proper environmental campaigners much cleverer and more correct than me, I thought I'd photograph and put the curse on the trees by Eastville Park Lake, which even now, I fear, have been singled out, flagged up and surveyed by expert arboreal professors, no doubt assessing their potential threat to moorhens, seen acting nervously nearby.
