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My New Book 

This is my new book Drifting. It’s a cowboy short story which ventures into the unknown. Often things come to me when I am researching or reading other things this was such a time. It is not my normal style or subject, plus ghost stories are quite difficult to write and this was no exception.  As usual you start with an idea then build on it only now you have to remember the ghost, how it came to be and in some cases not reveal this until later in the book, whilst all the time including it in there.  Write and re-write came into this, as I would sometimes forget this rule, but I got there in the end and it has had some good responses – albeit the cover I first put out was the wrong one. As usual it’s on Kindle and Create Space as well as Books2Read.

The Wallow Hole

 

Remember these jokers? They who dug up my bulbs and ate all my saffron bulbs in the process. Well they have decided to make a wallow hole on the lower terrace.  Finding a good place for the camera was a little difficult as the tree has been pruned and the good branches for positioning the cameras have gone.  So I called Spurs into action but the position of the dish was wrong however the pump is just right and providing they don’t come poking around the photos are not bad.

After a windy night I have had to find another position for the camera but at least I have these shots of the little so and so’s. First is the wallow hole in daylight to give you an idea of its position. They have made this originally it was a small – very small – little trench which provided run-off water for two fig trees. We should have known better as the boar decided to use they as rubbing sticks and eventually killed them off.  Then this appeared.

 

So to the pictures of  the little gits having a bath and generally enjoying themselves.

 

(c) Michael Douglas Bosc – Author

 

 

 

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My Books

              

This year has seen my Young Persons books  Clearing in the Forest and Peaceful Land published.  These are the adventures of three orphaned (seems you are not allowed to say bastard these days. But in the Middle Ages where the story is set it was a common word used to define the ‘out of wedlock’ offspring of Kings and Nobles of the times.  The reason they were called bastards was so they could not make claim to the Kings/Nobles titles or lands although as history has proven it did not stop this).

Writing about history has brought me another string to my knowledge bow.  I have had the pleasure of meeting people who enjoy history as much as I do and in this particular area – the Middle Ages – they are a knowledgeable lot.  I had the first book given as a prize in a competition which I thought was very kind seeing as the story is a historical fantasy.  Witches, demons, spells, good v evil are all these as is the really evil Odo, demon master to the King of France.  The story is et at the end of King Johns reign and follows the adventures of John, Geoff and Ela as they fight to survive. I have been genuinely surprised at how many adults like the books so it was both a nice feeling and surprise when out shopping a lady came up to me (recognised me from my photo) and said how much she liked Clearing in the Forest and was going to buy Peaceful Land.  Now I have written many adult books and a Historical Naval adventure – A Plymouth Story – but never before has anybody actually recognised me and enthused about a book.  My wife said I fairly floated out of the store.

The Finca

                           

I dont know if you remember the high winds we had when this happened, but needless to say I have fixed things now. We still get the high winds from time to time and we sit and listen to the supports of the panels flexing when the wind really gets up but so far so good.  Everything is repaired now still a bit of rendering to be done but that’s on the inside. I’d like to say its a wet day job but we are in the middle of a horrendous drought and rain is very little and far between, but it will get done   one day….

The Animals (Wild Boar)

    

Well 2017 saw my wife almost go shooting.  The wild boar made the mistake of first digging up her saffron bed (to the right of the last step) and eating most of the bulbs then destroying her ‘tyre’ garden. So I moved one of the cameras as I was not sure whether it was the goats or wild boar, I should have known. These were the result a sort of caught in the act animal version.  But somehow she decided that hunting them was not for her.  So she salvaged what bulbs she could and replanted them.  Then turned her attention to the tyre, here they had eaten the tulip bulbs so she tidied them up and planted iris and lily bulbs, but no tulips.  You know when she saw what they had done to the little tyre garden that was the first time I had seen the animals make her cry.  But as she said this is a garden in a forest and unless we wall ourselves in this will happen and we are not wall people.

The Goats

Then came the day I could hear banging noises like a rock being hit by a large hammer. Then I looked at the masa and saw these.

The Eagles

 

These are the big ‘quackers’ we hear in the forest now and then.  The old adage if it looks like an eagle, flies like an eagle and quacks like a duck then….its an EAGLE!!

Well that’s a few of my 2017 memories, things that stay in my mind because they are, to me, wonderful.  The animals and birds are part of our life and some things seem like yesterday. So from Puddytat, the Boys and ourselves here’s hoping you have a happy, safe and gentle 2018.

rgds  Michael

(c) Michael Douglas Bosc – Author

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I have been chasing these little devils around my finca for ages.  No matter where I placed the cameras they avoided them like the plague.  Then one morning I was on the lower level and noticed that the ground had been disturbed and there were piggy prints all over the place.  So I went and had a cuppa and a council of war with the wife.  “Well” she said “there are several trees down there why not place a camera on one of them. Just one camera they won’t be looking for one”.  Poor soul she thinks the pigs can count….    Ummm now after this I am not so sure she isn’t right.  Anyway, I did as she suggested and these are the first pictures of the pigs and what’s more there’s a baby in there.

Oh Happy Days…..

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Ok so which is my best side??

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At long last we are at one with the forest.  The pigs are back now all we need to see are the goats to make it perfect. Oh dear here we go again, guess who’s just come in singing, we can’t get that dam song out of our heads. So all together now…”and there in the wood a piggy wig stood with a ring in the end of its nose, its nose, its nose, with a ring in the end of its nose”….  Happy Days…….

(c)  Michael Douglas Bosc

 

 

 

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Well they say good things come in three’s and yesterday was no exception. The first came when I opened up my mail and found a note from Kindle I can afford to buy a coffee this week.

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The second? well that was an important discovery or a problem depending on which way it’s looked at. Yesterday it rained! not heavy but just enough to water the plants, dampen the ground and make my wall building go in fits and starts. Anyway, there I was standing in the kitchen looking out at the forest past the ‘Little House’ when a movement caught my eye. I was sure I had seen a bird or something go into the wall (hence could be problem), so I stood there cuppa in hand and waited. Yes sure enough it was a bird. Not just any bird, but Dangerous Dan McGrew punk crest included, now I know spring has arrived.  As I watched I began to define him and Mrs McG as they came and went to the nest. Every now and then Dan would perch on the wire that leads to the wind genny look around then fly to the wall so all that could be seen was his backside.

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So I called my wife, she was so excited that Dan had ‘moved in next door’ that out came the camera and these pictures are the result. I know they are a little hazy but they were taken from the kitchen through the anti Sid netting so all in all not bad. Mind you, she is convinced that Dan is camera-shy as there seem to be more of Mrs McG. We are not sure whether because of being busy they are building or there are chicks as it looks like there’s a worm in her beak.

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Now it has taken her a while but at last we think this ia a picture of Dan and we are hoping that this will be a regular yearly occurrence. So once the winter comes again I will have to make sure that the back wall is in good condition and not being invaded by the bird developers.

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As for the ‘Wall Walker’ we have not as yet seen him, but I have seen that Hissing Sid. I was going out to start my building the other day and there he was as bold as brass sunbathing in front of the flowerpots by the front door.  Now normally I say ‘live and let live’ but an adder is an adder and he has had a bite at my wife plus he was too close to the house for comfort and safety. So I picked up a length of metal and went to ‘see him off’, but he must have sensed me coming and whizzed off, nasty little git.  He has obviously forgotten his agreement with the gang – to stay in the forest not near the house or else…- really must have a word with Bobbin about it.

Living here has its good and bad sides Sid and the odd scorpion are the bad side Bobbin, Dan, Boris and the rest are the good side. Add to that the views from the windows and patio and well its a writers paradise.

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And this picture? well that’s another story. Oh and I almost forgot the third thing that happened was Vincent Dignan has placed me on his list of superb-authors.

(c) Michael Douglas Bosc

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By Moonlight

It is dark and quiet the dead of night

I’m walking round in soft moonlight

A tasty rabbit I’ll have for my tea

As long as it does not sense me

I fear nothing as I am big

But even I will not tackle a pig

I pass close to the humans house

But go as quietly as a mouse

I saw them looking at the track

So when they’d gone I crept back

My paw print they saw big and flat

So now they know I am a cat

I don’t harm them they don’t harm me

Together we live in the forest free

But night-time is my time to roam 

And their time to stay near their home

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Oi! What Are You Writing?

What does he think he’s doing sitting in there. It’s not right, It’s not fair. I mean there  I was, sitting  in an almond tree minding my own business taking in the sun and singing away happy as Larry, when along he comes with his daughter and son-in-law in tow and starts poking around in the branches. Well, I mean, what was I supposed to do?   Anyway, I stopped singing, waited until he turned away then jumped on his shoulder for a ride.  I mean fair doo’s, he disturb me. 

On that basis I thought, it  is only right he should carry me to my next tree.  Only it didn’t quite work out that way…. 

We had almost got to the tree when hs daughter went  ‘Ohhhh dad whats that on your shoulder?’  next thing I know Matey – that was he was called – got me off  my transport and put me on here.  Then he get’s his camera and starts taking pictures (hope he got my good side) whilst my transport went inside this tent thing and started writing.  So here I am hanging upside down on the out side whilst my transport is in there and wont come out.  I expect he thinks I can walk over the top and fly the few feet to the tree.  No way sunshine, your my taxi, and if you want a good tip finish the journey instead of  leaving me hanging around.

Honestly what next, the kids have called their mum to come and look at me, I should start charging. It’s not right is it?  I need to get to my next tree, it’s just behind him but he’s not having it.  These author’s, no consideration for others unless they are in a story. 

Lady Hanna

‘Oi, yes you mate, come on fair’s fair,  Lady Hanna the Cannibal got a ride on your wifes trousers down to the field, she told me so just after she ate her husband,  so how about my ride to that tree?

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Since I have not been doing the driving into town I have been able to sit in the passenger seat and watch the river while my wife drove. It was during one such trip that I noticed a heron standing in the same spot at the end of an island several days running, still as a rock looking for his dinner. He looked fit and healthy standing tall and still, until that is Monday, when I noticed he was out in the river up to his bum in water, why I remarked  did he have to move from what looked a perfect fishing site. My wife who when we were home in the UK chased several Herons from our fish pond, remarked that probably being true to form he’d been a right erbert and eaten all the fish in the shallows.   She hoped he could swim as there are some rather large cat-fish in the Ebro he’d make a nice snack for someone…

It has been some days now since I have been down the river road but the other day I saw Erbert sitting on some weed head tucked into his shoulders looking very sad. I did wonder if he had eaten all the fish in that small area of eddies, but later that afternoon things became clear. The petanca courts are by the river and I noticed a large flock of cormorants being buzzed by a fish eagle, who obviously  did not appreciate their greedy ways. So hopefully Erbert has an ally in him even albeit a strange one.

For several days now we have not seen Erbert at his usuall spot and were wondering if he had eaten all the fish there, however, we noticed the river has risen and his ‘perch’ was underwater.  So imagine my surprise when at the petanca courts I glanced across the river and there on the other bank with some Egrets was Erbert, like a swan in a duck pond.

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