Walking to Wintershall.

Posted on 15/10/2017 By

Wintershall Manor: Walking down to the chapel.

Walking to Wintershall.

We walked to Wintershall on 23rd August 2017. Exactly two years since we lost Diddley. It is one of those places that we can talk about, but none of those involved over the years are here to talk about it now. The memories are Bobby’s alone.

Wintershall Manor: National Open Garden Scheme Information Page.

National Open Garden Scheme Information Page.

The National Garden Scheme (NGS). To many the “Yellow Book”. 100s of gardens open all over England. Wintershall has opened its estate to the public for one day a year for a very long time. Here are the details for last 14th May. (more…)


The Wonderful Great Little Trains of Wales.

Posted on 08/10/2017 By

Great Little Trains of Wales: How many more bleedin trains?

The Great Little Trains of Wales.

The Great Little Trains of Wales are simply wonderful. They are everybody’s childhood dream of what a toy railway should be. They are Thomas the Tank Engine in miniature.

They mostly have fascinating histories of bygone days, when the original purpose was quite different to now. Some are born of the industrial revolution. Some the very first seeds of the conservation movement. All at some stage have been closed, left derelict and been rescued by determined individuals and groups. They have now reached a halcyon age in the restoration and preservation of what are now treasured holiday destinations. You can travel on them to some of Wales’ most glorious scenery. They are history. They are steam and they are quite simply unadulterated fun. And they will forever pose that question of what do you throw away or allow to fall to bits at your peril? (more…)

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A Tale of Gigrin Farm, Radnorshire.

Posted on 01/10/2017 By

Gigrin Farm 1966.

Gigrin Farm, Radnorshire.

One day in June 1966, a young lad of 22 got married. A few weeks later he set off on a big adventure. His honeymoon to a far off land. In his even younger days, all his adventures had mostly been by bicycle. Youth Hostelling round the south east of England and East Anglia. Pursuing his favourite hobby. Plane spotting. He had also developed an interest in the natural world and birds in particular. You often saw skylarks at aerodromes… And he travelled across the sea to the first of his beloved islands. The Isle of Wight. By paddle steamer. (more…)

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Skokholm Island. A Welsh Trilogy. Part 3: Kenny, Birdringer.

Posted on 24/09/2017 By

Kenny Birdringer: Relaxing together.

Kenny: Birdringer.

We arrived at Martin’s Haven on Tuesday. A group grabbed Bobby’s heavy gear and carried it up the steps to the boat. We knew we were with friends for a week.

Kenny Birdringer: Martin's Haven ….Dale Princess…. the only boat for Skomer and Skokholm

Martin’s Haven ….Dale Princess…. the only boat for Skomer and Skokholm

On this, the finale of our trilogy, we talk to Kenny Birdringer. OK, that’s not his real surname, but it has a certain, erm, “ring” to it! Ahem… (more…)

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Skokholm Island. A Welsh Trilogy. Part 2: Kate Strudwick, Musician.

Posted on 17/09/2017 By

Kate Strudwick: Me Reading Robert Lockley's Books.

Kate Strudwick: Composer, Writer, Musician.

Bobby has met all sorts of people on the islands. Richard Brown (Warden) told him last year that ornithologists are only one group. There are artists, photographers and people like a Bobby who loves wild, free places that have an element of safe passage about them. But, in all those years, he has never met, to his knowledge, someone like Kate Strudwick.

Here’s our interview. (more…)

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Skokholm Island. A Welsh trilogy. Part 1: Giselle Eagle, Ornithologist.

Posted on 10/09/2017 By

Giselle Eagle: Giselle and Bertie.

Giselle Eagle: Ornithologist.

Just over a year ago, the very first blog posted for Mindfully Bertie was entitled “Dream Island”.

A story about a beautiful island off the Welsh coast, and Bobby’s love affair with Pembrokeshire and its islands. A year later, we are back to start a Welsh season for Mindfully Bertie. Commencing with a trilogy of characters met on Skokholm Island. And here is the first. Giselle Eagle. Richard Brown’s lover from last year’s blog. I can say “lover” as it’s sanctioned by both the BBC and ITV in their programmes about these two young lovers… I do hope you watch these videos. Particularly the BBC one filmed on the island. You may see what the attraction is for people like me or maybe people like you –

Details of how to stay on Skokholm or Skomer are at the foot of this blog.

But first, please read “Dream Island”, as it will set the scene for one year later. It will also explain why Bobby, having a day spare in Pembrokeshire before the boat, chose to go back to Skomer. And take me. Meeting his old friend, boatman Karl, on the way over.

Giselle Eagle: Boatman Karl for the Dale Princess.

Boatman Karl for the Dale Princess.

The warden, Ed. And some of today’s volunteers. Noticeably younger. Nice corporate shirts. A great experience to live and work on a world famous wildlife island for a week. Just as Diddley, Bobby’s son Andrew, step daughters Jessie and Amber and many friends did in previous years.

Giselle Eagle: Ed, Warden of Skomer Island, with one of today's volunteers.

Ed, Warden of Skomer Island, with one of today’s volunteers.

Giselle Eagle: Two more of today's volunteers.

Two more of today’s volunteers.

Giselle Eagle: Skomer welcome mural

Skomer welcome mural.

Giselle Eagle:Back on “Bobby’s Island” where he volunteered for nineteen years.

Back on “Bobby’s Island” where he volunteered for nineteen years.

Giselle Eagle: Walking the island edge.

Walking the island edge.

Giselle Eagle: Me in the wardens' office. A “room with a view”.

Me in the wardens’ office. A “room with a view”.

Giselle Eagle: Views from the trig point. The highest point on Skomer Island. Looking across the sea to Ramsay Island.

Views from the trig point. The highest point on Skomer Island. Looking across the sea to Ramsay Island.

Giselle Eagle: The luggage label. My tribute to Michael Bond, Paddington Bear’s creator, who died recently.

The luggage label. My tribute to Michael Bond, Paddington Bear’s creator, who died recently.

Giselle Eagle: The Garland Stone. Most northerly point of Skomer. Looking across St Brides Bay to Ramsay Island and the St David's Peninsular.

The Garland Stone. Most northerly point of Skomer. Looking across St Brides Bay to Ramsay Island and the St David’s Peninsular.

Giselle Ea: Skomer Island Information Centre.

Skomer Island Information Centre.

“Oi, Ballcock. Boat cancelled Monday due to adverse weather. Should be OK Tuesday.”

So texted Richard Brown. Warden. On Sunday evening.

Giselle Eagle: Richard, last year.

Richard, last year.

Skokholm is further out to sea and more vulnerable to the vagaries of maritime weather. Last year we left the island a day late. So swings and roundabouts. And another hot shower at Rosemary’s in Solva. Bobby’s favourite B&B.

Monday came and another curt text from Mr Brown:

“We are on for tomorrow. Boat leaves 07.00. WHATTTTTTT! Boatman makes the rules (bleeding Karl).”

Leaving Solva at 05.30 in torrential rain, we were heading for Martins Haven. The boat. Twelve new acquaintances doing the same as us. An amazing pile of luggage and boxed food and beer was “human chained” onto the Dale Princess.

Giselle Eagle: Martins Haven, with the Dale Princess. The departure point and boat for Skokholm and Skomer islands.

Martins Haven, with the Dale Princess. The departure point and boat for Skokholm and Skomer islands.

Giselle Eagle: A week’s supplies!

A week’s supplies!

And chained off half an hour later on Dream Island. Still only eight o’clock. Mr Brown explaining the mechanics of non plumbed in two section composting toilets. If you want to know. I’ll tell you. Doesn’t bother anyone. We are all sitting in the sunshine looking across the sea. A party of bird ringers eager to get started. They were great. (Kenny Birdringer is the third of the trilogy.)

Sort out your food into the chest fridge and larder room and back to our favourite room in the cottage. A whole week of… anything or nothing. Quite a bit of mindfulness. Evening logs when everyone retires to the Cottage to share and record what they have seen. All transmitted to the world under skokholmblog.

Giselle Eagle: Island transport for the luggage.

Island transport for the luggage.

Giselle Eagle: The cottage.

The cottage.

The wind blew. The rain crashed down. The sun came out. The Cloud Appreciation Society should have been there.

The Bird Ringers caught lots of birds, including the stars in the middle of the night. Manx Shearwaters. See “September“.

Later in the week, a memorable night recorded in “Kenny Birdringer” with an exquisite, mysterious seabird. The Storm Petrel.

And I interviewed Giselle.

Giselle Eagle:Bertie: “Well, Giselle. Alone at last! Bobby knows three Giselle’s:
Granddaughter Giselle. Ten years old. A singer, dancer, piano player just like her mum. Refuses to have her picture taken with me!

Giselle Eagle: Granddaughter Giselle (dancing to the Lion King)

Granddaughter Giselle (dancing to the Lion King)

Then there is Gisele (Giz..a..la). His brief encounter on the train to Venice. Please read “Brief Encounter“. It’s good for his ego. Just three hours, but he hasn’t stopped talking about it since! Hahaha.

Giselle Eagle: Giz..a..la


And now, of course, Giselle Eagle.

You tell me you come from Northumberland. But what is the story behind your posh name? Bobbie’s granddaughter is named after the ballet that her parents love. How about you?”

Giselle Eagle: Royal Ballet poster.

Royal Ballet poster.

Giselle: “The name came about from a family issue that led to the name being suggested to my parents who liked it.”

Bertie: “And Eagle? Is that a Northumberland name?”

Giselle: “Not particularly, but there are other Eagles in Northumberland. Probably from my family.”

Bertie: “At school, you must have been surrounded by Ethel Hardwick’s, Gladys By Hecks. Et al. When they read the register and you answered “Giselle Eagle” you must have heard a sharp intake of breath. Sighs of “ye gods she’s posh”. Did you have to dumb down to appear common?”

Giselle: “No. But, like all youngsters, you get nicknames. At Uni everyone knew me as Geagle.”

Bertie: “So, when did natural history become important to you?”

Giselle: “My parents were not birdwatchers or anything like that. But we loved family walks in the Cheviots and my family have always been very supportive of my interest in the natural world.”

Bertie: “Was it always birds – or everything?”

Giselle: “The whole natural world, but birds were always my favourite interest.”

Bertie: “What was your journey to Bardsey Island?”

Giselle: “I met Richard in somewhat bizarre circumstances before Bardsey. (Got that wrong last year). I had taken a position with the Wildfowl and Wetlands Trust at Washington. Not too far from home, but living in Prudhoe. We are actually the product of a Facebook mixup. There’s lots of Richard Browns. I shared posts with one without a profile picture. Got him muddled with another one, but then he posted a proper picture.”

Bertie: “And you thought … phwoar, he’s a bit of alright. Needs tidying up a bit, but potentially could scrub up well.”

Giselle: “Not at all. I tried to “defriend” him, but he wouldn’t go away. In the end, I agreed to meet him. He was lining up Bardsey again and I went with him. Loved it there. Two and a half years.

Giselle Eagle: Bardsey Island - North Wales.

Bardsey Island – North Wales.

Bertie: “And then Skokholm came up for grabs?”

Giselle: “Richard suspected that an opportunity could arise with Skokholm. He knew the island from his Skomer days. Knew the trust would be looking for wardens following the rebuilding programme so magnificently undertaken by volunteers.”

Bertie: “And it did. By this time you were a couple or, as BBC morning television would have it, two starstruck young lovers destined to see out your love affair in the most romantic setting. A beautiful lonely little island, somewhere off the Welsh coast. The national papers were full of it. Such stories really touch the heartstrings. And, quite recently, you entertained Robson Green for an ITV programme where the theme was still two lovers on a lonely Welsh Island. He even played a love ballad on his guitar for you!

Giselle Eagel: Richard and Giselle with Robson Green.

Richard and Giselle with Robson Green.

You clearly love the Island. Sharing it with those setting out on their own adventures. Into careers, passions, obsessions with the natural world. Or, like Bobby, just loving a week away from the Madding Crowd. The short term visitors from a wide variety of backgrounds. We won’t let on that you are not here on your own very often.

Before Richard Brown, could you ever have contemplated the life you now have?”

Giselle: “No, but I do believe that sometimes fate plays a part, and what will be will be.”

Bertie: “My blog states: ‘Yesterday is history. Tomorrow a mystery. So live for today‘. Is that where you are? Enjoying life in this wonderful place? Accepting how lucky you are and living in the moment?”

Giselle: “Yes.”

Bertie: “You could not become Mrs Brown, who is a bloke anyway. But, how about Mrs Brown-Eagle? Not surprisingly, I have left Bobby Ballcock to last. It’s his alter ego. Anything dodgy, he blames on Bobby Ballcock. The “Story of Bobby Ballcock” has just been posted on the blog. So it was Bobby Ballcock who got it all wrong… about pregnancy. Bobby Ballcock who sent you a dozen red roses (emojis) and told everyone. Whilst Bobby is sorry for his alter ego’s impetuosity, someone on Facebook “sowed the seed”. That left David Boyle confirming from the Caribbean that no seed had been sown. I know he knows everything, but didn’t realise just how much. And while many of us complain about the impact of social media, I doubt that you are one of them…

So, Giselle, thank you. We have had a wonderful time this week on “Dream Island”. The island would not be the same without you.”

Next week: Kate Strudwick. Folk singer, composer and writer.

Giselle Eagle: Here’s to 2018, on Skokholm Island.

Here’s to 2018, on Skokholm Island.

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Giselle Eagle: Bobby as "Best" Man, 50 years ago!

Bobby as “Best” Man, 50 years ago!

On 9 September 1967, Bobby was Best Man for the first and only time. To Colin and Barbara, who celebrated their Golden Wedding anniversary last week.  And here they are, fifty years later, at Diddley’s View. Congratulations Colin and Barbara.

Giselle Eagle: Colin, Barbara and me, with a somewhat older and slightly less dapper Bobby at Diddley's View, 50 years later.

Colin, Barbara and me, with a somewhat older and slightly less dapper Bobby at Diddley’s View, 50 years later.

Lighting a candle to Diddley.

Our candle this week is lit again in the wonderful St David’s Cathedral. Where Diddley and Bobby saw Handel’s Messiah sung in 1999 by a Welsh choir.

Giselle Eagle: Lighting a Candle for Diddley. Remembering Diddley at St David's.

Remembering Diddley at St David’s.


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An Outbreak of Common Sense.

Posted on 03/09/2017 By

Outbreak of Common Sense: Hernia Nurse.

Bobby & a day of Common Sense.


Bertie: “Gordon Bennett Bobby! Are we really going to Flying Legends on Saturday and the Watercress Line Gala on Sunday. In a heatwave? Have you no common sense?”

Bobby: “You’re not invited to Flying Legends. You’ve been before, and it’s too hot to cart you around.”

Bertie: “Charming.” (more…)

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The Story of Bobby Ballcock.

Posted on 27/08/2017 By

Bobby Ballcock: Austrian Unrinals!

Bobby Ballcock.

Bobby Ballcock: Kyla, Me, Ballcock!

Kyla, Me, Ballcock!

I did warn you that revelations would be made as to where Bobby’s alter ego came from. The opportunity to tell you has arisen from a succession of circumstances. (more…)

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Lighting a Tribute Candle to Diddley.

Posted on 20/08/2017 By


Tribute to Diddley.

Dear friends of Bobby and Diddley.

Some old. Some new. Some who never even knew her outside of this blog. The 23rd August will always be a date that Bobby and others will never forget. In 2015 it was the saddest news of all that we had lost her. Now in 2017 this story is from the heart. We can look back at two years of memories that have all kinds of emotions. Some sad but, in general, happy. Many times with a smile. Quite often laughter at the antics of one of life’s true characters. (more…)

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I Don’t Believe It – Brighton Station!

Posted on 13/08/2017 By

Brighton: Pride in our Police Force.


I don’t believe it!

Victor Meldrew "I Don't Believe It"!

Bobby and I went to Brighton. By train. Given that this is Southern Rail, a certain amount of optimism is needed. Or blind faith. As we approached  the station, a posh woman on the train intercom announced we were arriving at Gatwick Airport. We all laughed and acknowledged that Southern were introducing humour to cheer us up.

We had a lovely day with friends, preceded by a cloudburst near the pier. This was, after all, the first day of the school holidays. The sign said DON’T FEED THE BIRDS. So the children did, and evoked scenes reminiscent of Alfred Hitchcock’s masterpiece.

Brighton: Seagulls. What else!

Seagulls. What else!

But, of course, we had to go home by train. Just 50 miles from Brighton to Dorking, via Gatwick. Our designated train was “20 minutes late due to signalling problems”. So we took the Thameslink on platform 6. Ignoring the electronic sign which had clearly forgotten that this is the end of the line. The buffers. The sea. Or the ghost train in the amusements. Ha ha ha ha ha.

Brighton: Sign reads: "The next train is not scheduled to call at this station"!

Sign reads: “The next train is not scheduled to call at this station”!

The shiny new Thameslink train was also a little confused being not in service apparently. Despite being full of people going to Gatwick.

Brighton: Sign reads: "This train is not in service"!

Sign reads: “This train is not in service”!

This was the slow train stopping everywhere. Quickly overtaken by the fast train that was not twenty minutes late. Ha ha ha. I love you Southern. It meant we missed our connection at Gatwick and found that the next train to Dorking was one hour and ten minutes later. Excellent. We could sit in the airport and relax. Watch all the very large people with even larger suitcases. Have you noticed that the clippety clop two wheeled versions are gradually succumbing to much larger four wheeled plastic boxes? Some people pushing two, three, even four. Some needing a fork lift truck to lift them. What on earth are they taking to Ibiza? If it’s anything like Love Island it would all go in one pocket!

One thing is certain. At ten o’clock on a wet Saturday evening there was universal gloom on what must be the world’s most ghastly international airport. As we ascended a working escalator to be told not to stop in the “landing area” and passed the bench that said “shoe repatriation area only”. And M&S had run out of sandwiches. Just getting back to the station is an adventure, as the different platforms have novel obstacle routes to find them.

We finally did arrive back at Dorking Deepdene station. Three hours after we walked into the wonderfully historic Brighton Station. About the same time as Villach to Venice. 200 miles through the mountains.

Rule Britannia!

Brighton: Pride in our Police Force.

Pride in our Police Force.

Lighting a Candle for Diddley.

Lighting a candle at St Nons Chapel near St Davids. On the Pembrokeshire Coast path facing St Brides Bay. She loved it here.

Brighton: St Nons Church - Stained Glass Window.

Stained Glass Window.

Brighton: Lightin a Candle for Diddly at St Nons.

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