Bugwoman on Location – Autumn in Milborne St Andrew

img_8034Dear Readers, I am a wheelchair ninja. During this past few years I have conveyed both my parents along the endless corridors of hospitals and clinics in three counties. I can get through swing doors without missing a beat (though Dad usually assists by holding them open with his walking stick as we trundle through). I can even manage a wheelchair while carrying two bags and a zimmer frame. But this week I took all this to a new level – I managed to get Mum, in her wheelchair, down to the shop in Milborne St Andrew, the Dorset village which has been their home for the past fourteen years.  My Dad has just had a cataract operation, and is waiting for one on his other eye before he can see well enough to drive, and so Mum has been going quietly stir crazy. So stir crazy, in fact, that she was happy to trust herself to me, even though I am a novice at the art of wheelchair pushing in the great outdoors.

The main problem is that Mum and Dad’s bungalow is on a steep hill. Could I wrangle the wheelchair not only down the incline, but back up it?  On the way to the shop, it was hard work keeping the wheelchair from running away, and so we eased ourselves down with the handbrake on full. After all, I didn’t want Mum careering down the hill with me in hot pursuit like something from Benny Hill. Once we were on the level there was the question of the steep kerbs (the solution, it appeared, was to pull the wheelchair up backwards, rather than stick my knee in Mum’s back in an attempt to lever her over the bump) and the adverse camber which had the wheelchair slipping sideways like a badly behaved shopping trolley. I really think that those in charge of the upkeep of pavements should be strapped into a wheelchair and taken for a little trot around the village before they make decisions about road upkeep.

Then, to my joy, I saw one of the neighbours walking along with his two Newfoundland dogs. They are both the size of Shetland ponies and, from the way the man wrapped the leads around his house and braced himself, I could tell that they were dogs with inquiring minds.

‘Can my Mum say hello to your dogs?’ I asked.

The man’s face was a picture – I could see thoughts of overturned wheelchairs and liability suits running through his mind.

‘This one’s a bit frisky’ he said, as the dog washed Mum’s face with a single lick.

Still, Mum is a great dog-lover, and so being covered in canine saliva was all in a day’s work. When we got to the shop, Mum was greeted like the prodigal grandmother, and as she advanced along the road on the way back, raising her hand in greeting in a manner reminiscent of the late Queen Mother, it struck me that we should really get out for a processional more often. You meet people when you are in a wheelchair that you would not be able to greet from a car.

img_8033When I got home (after a hefty push up hill, encouraged by Mum’s shouts of ‘not much further now’!) I decided to seize the day, and go for a walk around the village. After all, I’d been absent for two months, and who knows what changes had occurred? Well, firstly there were sheep on the little field, and calves further up the hill. How benign these animals seem, and when I looked at the calves I was struck by their different faces and characters. One little calf was laying down when I passed on my walk uphill, and was still there when I came downhill. Others pushed towards the fence to see what on earth I was up to. When scientists announce with some excitement that a species of animal has ‘personality’, I just wonder why they are surprised. I’m sure any farmer, or pet owner, or horse rider, will tell you exactly the same.

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img_8020 When I passed the thatched cottages on my way up to Badger Farm, I noticed that there were several birds snatching up the insects that were emerging from the roof. There were a pair of pied wagtails working their way over the  sunny side of the building, and a young spotted flycatcher, my first ever sighting. It had never occurred to me that a thatched roof could be such a resource for birds that are now anxious to fatten up for the winter.

img_8012img_8010img_8016As usual, I heard more birds than I was able to photograph. A  flock of a dozen swallows swooped over on its way south. I heard jackdaws jinking and chuckling, but as soon as I raised my camera they were off – it strikes me that birds in the country have much to fear from anyone carrying something black and metallic and suspicious-looking. And, for about the sixth visit running, I heard the sad mew of a buzzard, and even saw one for a split-second as it glided over the brow of the hill and away. One day, dear readers, I will manage to capture these sights on camera, but for now you’ll have to take my word for it.

img_8003The hedgerows are chock-a-block with little birds at this time of year. I heard a flock of long-tailed tits as they got stuck into the hawthorn berries. Finches of all kinds were feasting amongst the pyracantha and the rosehips. A dunnock was feeding in the road at a spot where I saw one on a previous visit. There were brambles everywhere, and the translucent red berries of bittersweet. Autumn seems to bring a second burst of energy, as everyone tries to pile on the calories.

img_8028img_8023img_8030The ivy flowers were alive with wasps, feeding on the last sweetness that many of them will ever taste. I admit to being a fan of wasps: I enjoy their elegant yellow-and-black bodies and their deft, needle-sharp flight. They seem to me the embodiment of a predatory animal, much as a shark is, or a tiger. They do what they do, and they do it consummately well. Maybe this is why so many people fear them. But we would do well to show mercy when one gets into a room, for our own sake as much as theirs – apparently an injured wasp sends out a pheromone that acts as a ‘call for back up’ to any other wasps in the area. Indeed, a good friend of mine recalls running from a woody part of the cemetery when she inadvertently disturbed a wasps’ nest. But in a few weeks, all but a few hibernating queen wasps will be gone, and the bodies of the workers will be providing compost for the plants for next year.

img_8046 img_8048As I walked home, every chimney pot and telegraph pole seemed to be the supporting plinth for a singing bird. The starlings are full of verve, their plumage iridescent green and purple in the late morning sun. It might be autumn, but it seems that creatures, like people, refuse to go gently into the cold and peace of winter. Instead, they shout their defiance, throwing it against the indifference of an azure sky and the first freezing nights of the season.img_8053-2

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14 thoughts on “Bugwoman on Location – Autumn in Milborne St Andrew

  1. Anne Guy

    What a wonderful post….I can picture you wielding your mum in her chariot! I once assisted a group of disabled birdwatchers on a birdwatching weeks holiday in Northumbria and it’s very hard work…wheelchairs over sand dunes not easy take it from me!!! Love the bird shots too! Thanks for sharing and hope your dad recovers to full capacity soon!

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    1. Bug Woman Post author

      Thanks Anne – I can’t even imagine trying to get a wheelchair across a sand dune. The pavements in East Finchley leave a lot to be desired too, especially on rubbish collection day when all the wheelie bins are out.

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  2. Andrea Stephenson

    When my mother was in a wheelchair I realised exactly how difficult it is for wheelchair-users to get around! Beautiful images and words – I’m one of those who fear wasps (for some unknown reason, as I don’t fear any other insects), but you made me warm to them just a little!

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    1. Bug Woman Post author

      Thanks, Andrea! And yes, getting about in a wheelchair can be a nightmare. I am filled with admiration for wheelchair users, and those who push them on a regular basis….

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  3. Toffeeapple

    I like wasps too, such clever little things.

    As an occasionaly wheelchair user, I can confirm that even in my area which is built as grid roads, it can be darn tricky to get about.

    Love your bird pictures. Buzzards and Red Kite are ten a penny near here, though we rarely used to see them.

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    1. Bug Woman Post author

      Hi Toffeeapple, I have been trying to get a photo of the buzzard that is supposed to visit the cemetery, but no luck yet. I am beginning to wonder if s/he exists…

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  4. Atila

    I came to your blog because your piece about the fox and the mourner was on down—to—earth.blogspot.co.uk. I read it with tears welling up and a huge lump in my throat; I’m a mourner too. Re: wheelchairs, there should be two foot pedals, likely a tubular continuation of the frame, at the back, low down, one each side. When going up a kerb, the pusher puts a foot on this pedal and presses down hard, letting the front wheels rise up and onto the pavement. Then you can get up the kerb by pushing the back wheels up too. I suggest trying it with the wheelchair empty first and then with a fitter person in the chair before trying it out with your parents! I use a wheelchair and my OH knows what it’s like for you!

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    1. Bug Woman Post author

      Hi Atila, thanks for the kind words about the blog, and thank you for the wheelchair advice – I shall certainly practice next week when I’m in Dorset with my parents again. Initially I made the mistake of putting my knee in the middle of the back rest, which of course is not very pleasant for poor mum. It has made me much more aware of the world as seen by wheelchair users, and those who push them, and it occurs to me that there are so many things that both individuals and governments could do to make things better – not blocking the pavement with wheelie bins, not parking on top of the only bit of pavement that slopes to allow wheelchairs and prams to cross easily to name but two. On the other hand, I do think that generally these things are done through ignorance, and people are generally very willing to help out when they know what they can do.

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      1. Atila

        I think everybody should have a week using a wheelchair, sitting in and pushing. You are right, most people are kind but it is infuriating to be patronised.

      2. Bug Woman Post author

        I could not agree more. If Mum’s in the wheelchair everyone talks to me, as if Mum was incapable of hearing or speaking. It really infuriates me, and her.

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