It has been a few weeks since the last update and that has
seen our first Bank Holiday weekend that counted. Jubilee weekend had a Bank Holiday (or two?)
but we weren’t working so that didn’t count.
Not sure why they are called Bank Holidays over here, as plenty more
people get the day off. NZ probably goes
too far the other way though in describing them as Public Holidays, as a lot of
people have to work to keep the shops open.
I’m sure there is some sort of more appropriate naming opportunity being
missed.
Anyway, the first day of our long weekend was spent doing
the chores: cleaning, groceries and watching the All Blacks beat
Australia. None of those is completely
boring yet.
On Sunday we headed out earlyish in search of the British
Wildlife Centre. It is supposedly about
a 45min drive down the A22 from our place, but when there has been an accident
on the A23 and traffic is being diverted from the M25 down the A22 it takes a
bit longer than this. But it was worth
it. I discovered this place in a booklet
of touristy things to do in Surrey and was attracted to it as it promised
badgers, foxes and other British critters that we haven’t yet seen in the wild
(apart from as roadkill). This is
despite people over here still insisting that these animals are so prevalent
that you’re led to believe that you’ll be practically tripping over them if you
walk down the street in the evening.
Anyway, despite the traffic holding us up, we still managed
to get there for part of the keeper talk about the red squirrels. These are the cutest little creatures, and
what my brother says about these being “rats with fluffy tails” cannot be
applied to red squirrels. They are in an
enclosure like an aviary and while wary of people, it doesn’t stop them from
coming to investigate in case you happen to have a handful of nuts like the
keepers. They are fast little suckers
though – as evidenced from the action shots below. These are consecutive photos with the first
one showing the red squirrel advancing along the handrail and the second a
close up of his tail as he scooted past.
After the red squirrels, we got to see the foxes. They were very cool close up. They look a lot like a dog, but they have the
cunning of a cat. A quite stand-offish
cat.
The next keeper talk was at the Scottish wildcats. However, before that started, we had some
time to kill and so we went to see the badgers.
Nothing was doing in their outdoor enclosure, and the reason for this
was plain when we went into the cave to see their sett. They were snuggled up inside, giving credence
to the fact that they are nocturnal animals.
It was so dark in the cave that even after waiting for your eyes to
adjust to the dark, the badgers were difficult to make out.
The Scottish wildcats were a bit of a let-down. We were expecting (or hoping) for some
ferocious feline with a Billy Connolly attitude towards things that annoyed
it. What we got instead was a tabby not
much bigger than our own cats that was pretty scared of most things. Scottish wildcat indeed. Splash would have brought one of those home
as a plaything. Apparently they are
becoming quite rare though, because of interbreeding with other wild cats and
through dying of embarrassment at being called “wildcats”.
After that, we went back to the badgers but they were still
asleep and unmoved.
We then headed around to the otters. They were acting up for the crowd, and very
cool. While we had seen otters in the US
and Canada, these ones were a lot more close-up and interactive.
The otters were next to a big paddock with a variety of deer
and other antlered animals. We went and
had lunch rather than listen to the keeper talk for them. On the way back, we stopped in at the badgers
again to find that nothing had happened since we were last there.
Lunch there was also an interesting experience. Having been ripped off for an ordinary
sandwich and coffee, we were then entertained by someone’s child literally trying
to scream the place down. The kid
screamed at the top of his voice for between five and ten minutes. It was the sort of scream that would get you
through auditions to be an ambulance siren.
If it wasn’t for the fact that it was his grandparents that were trying
to pacify him, the staff were going to ask them to leave. We eventually got to
finish our lunch in peace and then returned to the badgers. Still asleep.
We then went through the nocturnal house where we imagined
that there was a range of different animals.
Siobhan did manage to detect a minute movement at the back of one
exhibit and we got to see a dormouse.
They look like a normal mouse, but instead of a mouse tail, they have a
short fluffy tail. The word on the
street is that this makes them cuter.
Cuter than what I’m not sure.
After that we stopped by the badgers to no avail.
A water vole |
We watched the squirrels for about 20mins while I reconciled
myself to having to confine my viewing of badgers to watching them sleep in the
dark. We exited the squirrel enclosure
past the badgers’ outdoor enclosure when to our stunned amazement, surprise and
utter excitement we got to see a badger wandering around. And then another badger came out. We watched them dig out a burrow and then go
and hide in it. But the big badger then
appeared from another tunnel to wander around the exhibit. Having surveyed his domain, he then proceeded
to the bath tub and had a splash around.
It looked very playful to us. The
highlight was him wandering back closer to us where he jumped up at a tree in
the way that dogs do. They know that
they can’t climb but they’d really like to.
The badger then completed his canine impersonation by chasing his rather
short tail in circles for at least three revolutions. It was the funniest thing. The last thing left to do was to come over
and pose for the camera, which he obligingly did as recorded here.
We couldn’t imagine the keeper talk topping that, and so we
headed home extremely satisfied with our English wildlife encounter.
On Monday we went in search of another National Trust
property. We went to Clandon Park which
was owned by the Onslow family.
Apparently one of them was Governor-General of New Zealand about
1890. It was another grand country manor
and in quite good repair. It seems that
it must get quite a bit of use as a wedding venue.
What makes it a bit unique over here is that it has a Maori
meeting house on its grounds. Hinemihi
was originally situated in Te Wairoa, the Buried village, near Rotorua. Apparently people sheltered inside it during
the Mt Tarawera eruption in 1886. It got
flat-packed after that and reconstructed over here. Originally it was set up at a different
location on the shores of a lake, and it was rediscovered by some soldiers from
NZ during one of the wars. It then was
moved to the grounds of Clandon Park.
Sadly, it is looking quite worse for wear but they are currently doing a
fund-raising drive to try and have it restored in conjunction with one of the
tribes from NZ.
Anyway, the atrium of Clandon Park is quite
spectacular. It is all marble, with some
magnificent sculptures and lamp holders.
And not overly religious – more characters from mythology which makes a
nice change. The rest of the house was
largely old-house-like. There were two
things worthy of separate mention, however.
The first was the “NZ room” where all of the items collected by the
Governor-General are on display. There
is a full size cloak made of kiwi feather in a glass case. It is quite amazing. Also on display are a number of stuffed NZ
birds. He had 3 kiwi, a couple of pukekos,
two kea, a kereru, a kakapo, and two huia.
Yes, we weren’t sure whether to be pleased that this guy had managed to
preserve some of our now endangered or extinct native birds, or whether he
might have been part of the problem. Anyway,
it was a nice reminder of home.
The second item of note was a photographic exhibition. There were some great scenic photos of some
amazing places. He also had a bunch of
photos of those slice of life photos of people too, but I’m not a big fan of
those. Still, it was a nice place.
Dutch Garden |
The rest of our Bank Holiday weekend came to a reasonably
restful conclusion as I prepared for a short week at work.
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