30 Days Wild: The last couple of weeks

Jennifer Tulip in a sleeping bag in wildflower meadow
Wow. The 30 days in June zoomed by. Collating these photos has allowed me to reflect on the last two weeks of June by provoking my mind to remember what I did each day. We have completed half of the calendar year already yet it feels just a a couple of months since I dragged the christmas tree (it’s only a miniature specimen) and its pot out of the patio doors and considered where it should remain for the next twelve months in the wood. I can see the christmas tree from where I’m sitting on the deck writing this, with its slightly drained-looking leaves, presumably a result of the lack of water during this glorious weather. 
The days go so quickly -eat, sleep, work, repeat- and even with the long evenings (why they call them  long evenings, I’m not sure. We don’t actually get any extra time), I have found it difficult to do something wild each day. On reflection I do actually do something wild each day. They just aren’t things that will picture well or, at least, sound remotely interesting to you, the reader. 
So I confess to you, my readers, and The Wildlife Trusts. I have failed to do a Random Act Of Wildness each day for the thirty days of June. I consider myself a wild child (yes, I live in Never Never Land) and I live in the middle of a wood that’s so far from any internet exchange we can only get 0.20mBs speed (another story for another day). 
Without further ado, here’s my photo journal of my last Random Acts Of Wildness:

13. After a 5k run along country paths with my sister in the Yorkshire Wolds, I caught my breath in this beautiful field.  The barley rippled gently in the wind, creating wave-like movements. 

14. Insects are not my strong point. I’m not sure what species of bee this is. I should have got the guide book out while the bee was around as it’s difficult to identify just from this photo. If you know what it is, it would be great if you could leave a comment at the end of this post.

15. I counted and photographed cuckoo spit

16. For about 10 minutes I gazed at this Ichneumon wasp as it investigated this recently sawn larch board. This specimen was about 6cm long. Their impressive ovipositors (that long tail) is used for injecting an egg into a grub living in wood.  The larvae will hatch and eat the grub from the inside-mmm. It’s completely harmless despite its sting-like looking ovipositor. 
17.  My new Snugpak Softie Chrysalis sleeping bag from e-outdoors.co.uk arrived in the post and I couldn’t wait to try it out, so I did. I walked into a clearing in the wood where wildflowers grow and got in it. It was very snug. I could have easily slept right the if it wasn’t for the insects getting in my ears and on my face. 
17. We spotted this beautiful display of lilies while on an evening dog walk

18. This spider was under a stacked larch board. She closely guarded her two egg sacks while I took a photo of her (from a distance). Spiders are pretty much the only animal I’m scared of. Thow me a scorpion, snake or mouse any day. Just not a spider because my heart will jump out of my throat. 

19. This one is a bit hard to make out. It was getting dark at the time. We dragged Dave’s brother and best friend into ‘the wild’ by tempting them with the zipline. The zipline in the wood has slackened over the years and a fallen tree landed on the wire, stretching it, earlier in the year. The guys attempted to tighten the line but darkness set in. It kept them entertained for an hour or so though.

20. We took an evening dog walk along the Pocklington canal which was beautifully peaceful, apart from several chattering reed warblers which have a scratchy-sounding call.  This is a brick road bridge and in the background is a lock. I love canals and the concept of locks but I’m not keen on the locks. There’s something erie about them; large, deep, unnatural rectangular boxes. I would hate to fall in one. Apparently someone died in this one some years ago. They can be dangerous places.

Jennifer Tulip and paddy lurcher dog walking

21. On Tuesday evening we visited Allerthorpe Common close to my home in East Yorkshire to look for adders. The lowland heath habitat is ideal for snakes and I hoped they would be basking in the glorious sun. However, we got there a bit too late and the sun was too low and the landscape was all in shadow. It was still an enjoyable walk and we spotted a good variety of flora along the way.

Twenty one out of thirty is a poor result but it goes to prove we all need to be proactive and plant to get out into the wild regularly.

For me, the wild makes me feel safe, sane, peaceful, relaxed and content.

How does the wild make you feel?

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I better go water that Christmas tree.

By Jenni Tulip

I'm a bright-haired, hill walking, magpie whispering, skull collecting, tree hugging, money saving, bird watching, happy campervanning, ferret fanatic, woodland dweller sharing my stories and passion for the outdoors to inspire you to immerse yourself in nature.

  • That sleeping bag looks huge!
    You should definitely try sleeping outdoors in it one of those nights – even though in Summer it's tricky to find a nice spot without buzzing insects (or maybe it's just me…).

  • I like that dog. He would be a big hit here in the mountains.