A summer’s day on Ramsey

It’s been a very bright and warm day on Ramsey Island; it started off bright with a cold breeze but for the breeze to drop and the sun to gain in strength during the afternoon.


Today has been a typical day of volunteering with visitor boats met, visitors made tea and coffee, sweeping the shearing sheds, checking on chough nests to see if the young have fledged, and finally a bit of thistle control (cutting them down with machetes).

After the visitors left for the day and the radio enthusiasts had been loaded into the Gower Ranger following their three-night stay in the farm buildings, I went for a wander around the island.  I spent a while sat at the top of Carn Llindain (the island’s highest point) looking  out across Ramsey Sound towards the mainland.  With such clear skies, I could also see the Smalls Lighthouse and (very faintly) the Irish coast.

Below is the view from the top of Carn Llindain looking over the farm buildings and Ramsey Sound to St. David’s and the Preseli Hills in the distance.

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On my evening wander I also tried to get some shots of the wildlife; below is one of many young fledglings flitting around the island – this one being a Wheatear.


Stags in Foxgloves

After the hinds wouldn’t position themselves in an orderly way the other evening, the stags made up for it today by mooching around the foxgloves immediately outside the Bungalow this afternoon…

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There are 14 red deer on the island, left over from a deer farming enterprise in the 60s and 70s, with four stags and 10 hinds…and possibly some calves hidden away somewhere in the long bracken.

A bit of hard graft…

It’s been a quiet and largely foggy day on Ramsey Island. I woke to a lack of a view from my bedroom windows this morning and it didn’t much improve when I opened the front door.  After the great weather yesterday afternoon, it was with a bit of disappointment that we wandered down to the farmhouse.

Lisa (the Warden), Lizzie (the Intern), Kate (the summer volunteer) and I (the dogs-body) spent much of the day clearing bracken away from the edge of the path out towards the south of the island, and also up the small hill (Foel Fawr). I do like a bit of scything and maybe this was just a bit practice for some proper bracken-bashing later in my stay.