A February Blog



Welcome to my blog. It began as a chat with potential young readers, changed to a rant on writing, transformed into an inspirational string of my favourite quotes, and in this form it remains. My belief being, that I cannot possibly say anything better than the authors can. My best hope is to curate them and let their wise words speak for themselves!

I do feel obliged to turn up personally, however, with a monthly snippet of something. A fillet of plaice Gerald Durrell might say.

This February I read that thousands more new homes will be built in this country, to solve housing shortages, and I am wondering what will happen to the thousands of wildlife homes that will be destroyed. I am wondering if this is something one is even allowed to ask, when our shores are flooded with people needing homes. Again the question of man versus beast. At the annual Natural History Museum’s wildlife photography exhibition, there is always a section that stills the throng.

It speaks of our planet. And man’s impact. And the consequences for our dwindling wildlife. A gorilla stares desperately up at the camera from her lone tree, swaying above a scene of carnage and destruction. Her eyes speak of confusion. All she has learnt, inherited, intuited – useless against the total destruction of her habitat and all her fellow life. She survives but for how long? What can she make of her life, her knowledge, her love?

I hope in the voicing of this question, a tiny seed of hope might take root. Perhaps it is too late for her, and her ancestors. Yet possibly a new world might take the time to save a refuge for a smaller band of her descendants. We share this planet. If they go down – they will take us with them.

Please follow these links to care:




sleepy tiger



When I was tagging this blog, I realised the tags represent some of the themes in TOXICS, and its sequel, OCEANS.

Adventure – Alternative worlds – Life – Lovers of mystical worlds – Nature – Fantasy for children – Ecofiction – Felicity and Reuben – Conservation –


I joined the PDSA at a very young age – illicitly using my pocket money – and my bemused mother would pass me my membership envelopes from the small animal care organisation, trying to understand her strange child!  IMG_0296

I have continued, by adopting animals, and educating my children. We have supported a variety of wildlife. Adopted through three conservation establishments, and adored by my children. Although my human children have all but left the nest, their sister, Sonje, is still protected, and learning to survive in the wild, a step at a time.

Wildlife conservation, and therefore the protection of their habitat, and then by definition our ecosystems, is, I accept, an incredibly difficult balance, but the survival of humans must share itself with the survival of animals, and our global habitat! How can we not care to support that aim, in whatever way we can?

Only a very stupid creature would destroy its very life-source, wouldn’t it?

Peter Rabbit

In Toxics and Oceans, the Old World is threatened by ignorance.

I have a magnet on my fridge that says to me ‘ Relax – all the worries of the world are not yours to bear.’ No, we can’t solve the world, only something greater than us could do that. But one man or woman with a dream can change many things. For us, and for our wildlife.

If you want to know more about the wonderful people who strive for a better world for our friends, please click on the links below, and warm your heart. Maybe you will be moved to help, in a way that you feel is right for you.

Have a lovely July.


Durrell Wildlife Trust

Sheldrick Wildlife Trust

Ocean ConservationFootprints in the sand

More Ocean Conservation

Tuesday Thesaurus – Wildlife wonders







This blog describes itself as commenting on ‘life, wildlife, and booklife.’

It feels an awfully long time since I mentioned the beautiful creatures with whom we share this planet.

Eagle hunter

I tweet regularly for those in need, or those who bring a smile of delight with their beauty, or their intelligence, or their compassion.

When does a love affair with animals begin? At birth?Watching you watching me




At about six years of age, I horrified my mother by spending my pocket money illicitly on a charity that would send me stories of my friends, and badges to wear with pride.

At eleven I discovered Gerald Durrell, and never really looked back.

imageTerrified of spiders I realised I would not make an efficient zoologist.

So instead I learnt, shared, and adopted. My children grew up with a virtual family of fruit bats, tortoise, lemur, and finally a little girl with a rather long trunk who loves mud, and has just been allowed to leave the nursery. Living in Africa she will not be joining us for breakfast – although my children did enquire if she may!


There are so many charities, and individuals out there helping and loving our wildlife, whether in captivation by necessity, or free to roam.

Fluffing up and keeping warm

Does the old man next door who fostepensive lionrs garden birds with broken wings know he is the brother of the game park keeper who guards his mighty beasts with courage and strength?


It is not hard to care for these treasured neighbours, is it? Just browse the stunning array of images online, and enjoy, and perhaps wonder what you might do, even if in a tiny way?

pondering giraffe