Everyone asks how is writing the book of The Biggest Twitch coming along? Well it is not writing it is typing, I think I would prefer writing but that would only put off the typing. If I write something, long hand as we called in it in the good old days that is using a pen and paper not a keyboard the words often flow better. It is easier to keep going as little red lines do not appear under each word mis-spelt, there’s one now! How do you spell mis-spelt? Oh, I see apparently it has two s’s. This is how it goes on, you loose the thread of the story, what was I typing? But I know I must keep going and hopefully it will get easier the more I do. Now Ruth can type 100 words per minute and have a conversation as she does, but that is not typing it some sort of weird black magic! It is impossible to type that fast and talk about what’s for tea, it must be some dark art.
So I am destined to type a whole lot more in the coming months and who knows one day Ruth may let me in on the secret of how to type quickly, I hope so!
The laptop is set up on a table in front of a window, I can not see the TV from here, if I could I would put it on and the typing would be even slower. The view is mostly of rooftops, at least in the foreground, the mountains of Snowdonia are to far away to see Choughs and Peregrines over or that would slow the typing to. But I still can’t help looking for birds, late afternoons are the worst. Hundreds of gulls stream across the rooftops of Llandudno from east to west as the birds head for Conwy Bay to roost. I can not help scanning them in the hope of a Glaucous or Iceland Gull amongst the myriad of Herring Gulls. A few Great black backed Gulls is the best I have managed, but there is hope. And that is the great thing about birds and birding they give us hope and pleasure at the most unexpected moments. I looked up earlier today through the rain spattered window just as a female Sparrowhawk whipped up over the rooftops and plunged down towards a nearby garden, maybe I am developing a little black magic of my own, what were the chances of looking for those vital seconds to see the hawk doing its stuff? Or did I miss the Steller’s Eider fly over a little earlier?!
Any way tomorrow I have promised my self a short break, the weather forecast is for the rain not to be continuous and wind not be at gale force all day so the first chance I see I am out there in the hope of seeing some birds to type about!