There’s moorings and docks
and bridges and locks
when messing about on the river
(A 1962 song by Josh McRae)
I have been trying for sometime to get a clear picture of this rare but frequent visitor. He’s been around for a number of years. He’s the only white squirrel I have ever seen. About 12 feet above him is a bird feeder, so he’s eating up what the birds drop.
the last time I saw my oldest sister was in 2000. She came to visit me from the U.K. She brought me a gift, which some people thought was rather odd but, something that has not only been very useful to me and has allowed me to remain connected to my roots in the city of Bristol where I was born. That gift was a book of street maps of Bristol.
It’s quite old and probably out of date however, I like to see and read posts each day about the Bristol street art scene (you can see them at Natural Adventures on WordPress). I have forgotten where a lot of the places that are posted are. So I use my old street maps guide. My sister passed away last year. What some considered an odd gift turned out to be a very thoughtful one. So much so, that I felt compelled to return the thoughtful favour by sharing it here today.