mini-terrarium:

i love the mountains

"I feel like a part of my soul has loved you since the beginning of everything.
Maybe we’re from the same star."
Emery Allen  (via petrichour)
Saw a hedgeyhog road kill while cycling today :c

Yeah, I’ve seen a lot too, which is sad because hedgehogs are not doing very well.

Actually, a while back I had one wandering around in my garden during the day, very ill for some reason, I took it to the vets but it didn’t make it :( 

The Wildlife Trust have a hedgehog census going on, so if you want to fill out a form for the sake of science you can here: http://www.suffolkwildlifetrust.org/hedgehogs (they’re counting dead ones, too, unfortunately. I think it’s pretty important we know how many get squished, so maybe we can help them.) 

Before the internet I thought ferrets only came in Polecat and Albino, because those were the only ‘colours’ the ferret rescue here ever had. 

Now, on Tumblr I see piebald ferrets, splotchy ferrets, ginger ferrets, really dark ones, really light ones, creamy ferrets, grey ones. 

I’m not sure how I feel about this, they should all be as devious and cute on the inside, whatever they look like. But I don’t agree on breeding things for their looks, because that’s when you start breeding in health problems. 

whatareyoudoingferret:

What are you doing?

whatareyoudoingferret:

What are you doing?

At the end of EVERY summer, when it starts turning cooler, I promise myself I’ll put up with a bit of feeling cold, keep the jumpers off a bit longer, harden myself up.

But I never do, because it always feels too good to put on some merino leggings.

Like I just did. Merino leggings in August. I feel cosy and it’s lovely.

pureblindingcolour:

…….planetary 
by pureblindingcolour

pureblindingcolour:

…….planetary 

by pureblindingcolour

I’m suddenly really really scared of setting off around the country doing volunteering placements. I have to find these places. Carry all my stuff. Survive there - general work and anxiety, and you never know, they could turn out to be awful people. 

Everything needed for me to survive for a matter of weeks/months in British wilderness weighs TWO STONE, that’s more than a fifth of my body-weight. It’s a lot to carry. It’s nearly impossible. 

What if they hate me. 

Made £70 at the carboot sale.

And on the way home my mother, who came along to help, insisted I should stop for all the roadkill, until we stopped to pick up a stoat, which at that point she got horrified that blood was tricking out of it’s nose into the carrier bag. 

I am so exhausted and I’ve got a stoat to skin. 

cabinporn:

Hand-built tent in Dartmoor National Park, Devon UK.
Contributed by Nick Viney. 

cabinporn:

Hand-built tent in Dartmoor National Park, Devon UK.

Contributed by Nick Viney. 

I was dreaming about music festivals again.

I was organising one, in the most beautiful grounds of a mansion, not far from the sea. In fact, from the place I was camping there, I could just see the sea and cliffs over the treetops. 

My memory of dreams fades throughout the day and I can’t remember this clearly, apart from sitting around a table with the other people who were organising this festival, who were also my uni lecturers. A lot of my friends where there too. We had this private little meadow to ourselves to camp in, but we could hear people arrive at the festival over a hedge.

We were camping in really cool tiny geodesic-dome tents in a grey-brown canvas, each just big enough for one person. The groundsheet was seperate to the poles and canvas, so we decided to play a joke on a friend by lifting his tent up while he was sleeping but he was all curled up like a cat, so I think we just said ‘awww’ and put his roof back. 

There are a lot of fragments of walking around places sorting stuff out, calling people on 2-way radios, lots of concrete pads with abandoned farm machinery. Lots of being really bony-weary tired but sitting around that table leaning on the person next to me because I was so damn tired… People appreciating I was tired and I’d pulled my weight in sorting out this festival and just holding me and letting me nap in their arms. 

I have over 250 photos to look through from today; I finally made it out to the beach where me colleague said ‘yeah, there’s all these trees washed out of the cliffs; they look amazing. If you’re an artist, I’d recommend it.’  

But I walked many miles and swam for ages in a freezing sea so all I want to do right now is sleep.

Oh, and I have to get up at six tomorrow to work.