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Hatfield Forest is a place that I visit regularly. It’s in Essex, near Takely, (not to be confused with Hatfield House, which is miles away). It’s managed by the National Trust and is a very old forest with magnificent trees as well as plenty of open spaces. Apparently, it is over 424 hectares (605 football pitches!) and consists of both coppiced woodland and wood pasture. According to the National Trust, it is unique ‘due to its continuous human management over the last 1000 years’. It’s a rare surviving example of a medieval hunting forest. All I know is that I love it.

Every visit is a surprise, because you never quite know what you will see. Will the grebes be on the lake? Will the pterodactyl-like cormorant be at the top of his tree? Will the heron be stalking by the river or will the nuthatches be fluttering in the wood? Maybe I’ll catch a glimpse of fallow or muntjac deer or even a weasel. On almost every visit I see grey squirrels and rabbits, and there are mallards on the lake. The shady part of the river is home to moorhens and coots, while further along where the banks are sunny, red, blue and brown dragonflies dazzle. There were lots of them there earlier this week, I sat and watched them for ages. I also saw a squirrel bouncing around in one of the trees by the river, I think he was after the beech mast. There were plenty of bees investigating the flowers that grow along the riverbank, and one section of the river was a mass of pink and white water lilies.

It’s a great place to visit, whether you want to watch wildlife or just fancy a walk. There is a large lake, which at certain times of year plays host to geese, ducks, gulls and a couple of swans, and a path has been laid so that you can walk around it without getting muddy. There are large areas of grassland – here, you might see green woodpeckers or jays, and the bushes are often busy with warblers or tits. I like to take the narrow path by the river – beware, because it can get very muddy – along here are some of my favourite, beautiful trees which I always say hello to! Some of the trees in the forest are really ancient. Children (and dogs!) enjoy the forest too, and there is a small outdoor café which serves locally-sourced food. The National Trust uses cattle and sheep to graze the grassland, and whatever time of year you visit, there is always plenty to see.

I’ve been sorting through albums upon albums filled with old family photos this week. It’s such a poignant thing to do, because so many of the much-loved people depicted are no longer with us. My father was a prolific photographer, and I have boxes of his photos, both colour and black and white. He was very creative and so, as well as the more usual subjects, he experimented with ‘table-top photography’, taking pictures of model knights, cowboys and toy farmyard animals, set up in various scenes. He also experimented with reflections and everyday objects – I really wish he could have lived long enough to have enjoyed the digital camera/computer age. He would have produced some stunning creations.

I’ve also been proofing one of my books this week. It’s called Famous Character Dolls, and I believe it is due out next year. Proofing is a laborious but necessary task; luckily, we have had some warm days so I could sit in the bower and enjoy the sun at the same time! However, today, there is definitely a feel of autumn in the air. Though it’s sunny, there is a definite chilly feel – yet the forecasters are predicting an Indian summer. Let’s hope they are right.
　
　

　
　
　
　
　
　

　

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On Saturday I went to the Birdfair, held every year at Rutland. Thousands and thousands of birdwatching and wildlife enthusiasts gather here from all over the country – and from many other lands too. It’s a place where you can hear experts give talks about their birding and wildlife experiences, browse hundreds of stalls which fill several marquees, and take part in pond dipping, bat walks or cruises around Rutland water. Lots of well known wildlife media people attend too, and many give talks or host quizzes. People such as Bill Oddie, Chris Packham, Simon King, Mike Dilger, Nick Baker and Johnnie Kingdom can often be seen, and they are always willing to stop for a chat. This time I met Mike Dilger, who presents the natural history slot on the One Show, and he was so friendly, a pleasure to talk to.

With the lovely Mike Dilger!



Birdfair, jointly organised by the Leicestershire & Rutland Wildlife Trust and the RSPB, raises funds each year to help major international conservation projects. The exhibitors come from all over the world; you can find optical equipment, wildlife books, bird feeding products, bird tables and hides, eco-tourism holiday information and representatives of many wildlife organisations. One huge marquee is devoted to wildlife art in the form of paintings, sculptures and photographs. Another must-see are the demonstrations of bird-ringing – naturalists can gain so much knowledge from the tracking of birds, and I watched in fascination as small warblers were ringed, checked, weighed and released again. As well as the attractions, I go to the fair to meet up with friends – I’m a member of a wildlife forum and we arrange a meeting place and have a great reunion! Many Twitter friends come along too. It was wonderful to see everyone.

A Reed Warbler ready to be released after ringing

The next day, I was out again, this time at the Redwings Horse and Donkey Sanctuary near Nazeing, Essex. I met up with some more internet friends here, and we had a lovely time until an unexpected mini-thunderstorm curtailed the visit. The sanctuary does sterling work, it is part of the Redwings group which has rescued thousands of horses, ponies and donkeys over the years. At the Nazeing sanctuary you can meet fifty or so rescued equines, and it is well laid out with smooth paths with horse-filled fields either side. Many swallows were swooping overhead – they nest in the stables – and there is a gift shop and café that serves light refreshments. Some of the donkeys and horses can be adopted by members of the public for a small fee which goes towards supporting the charity. In return they receive a ‘nosebag’ adoption pack with photos and certificate – children, especially, love this. When my children were young, they adopted a donkey from one of the other Redwing sites. The children of my internet friends had done the same, and were excitedly seeking out ‘their’ horses at Nazeing; they knew all their names and their histories.

Changing the subject completely, now the excitement of the Olympic Games is over, it all feels a bit flat, and seems strange not to be urging on out favourite athletes or studying the medals’ charts. However, soon we can get excited all over again, because the Paralympics are drawing ever closer – they begin on the 29^th August. This will be the fourteenth event; the very first was held in 1948, the brainchild of neurologist Sir Ludwig Guttman who was working with World War II veterans with spinal injuries at Stoke Mandeville Hospital in Aylesbury. He began incorporating sport into the rehabilitation programmes of his patients and, as the London Olympics were taking place that year, decided to set up a competition with other hospitals.

Over the past few weeks, gold post boxes have been appearing across the country as a tribute to our gold medal winners. The post boxes, one from each of the medal holders’ hometowns, are proving quite an attraction, with many people taking photos as an Olympic memento. I went to see our local gold box recently, which was painted in honour of cyclist Laura Trott, winner of two gold medals. Let’s hope that Royal Mail will paint boxes for the gold medal winners in the Paralympics too.

Finally, it has been oh so hot in the bower this week, but at night, when it cools down, it has been delightful – and the view around the pond, all lit with solar lamps, is really pretty.

　　

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Suddenly, we have butterflies! After gloomy weeks with no butterflies alighting on the ‘butterfly friendly’ plants we grow in the garden near the bower, they have arrived. Not a lot – but they’re coming. Over the last few days the sun brought along Red Admirals, Peacocks, Commas, Large Whites and Holly Blues. I spent ages today watching a glorious red Peacock on the purple buddleia against a brilliant blue sky. Magic!
It makes such a difference when the sun shines – I know that folk from other countries laugh at us for constantly talking about the weather. But how can we not, when we never know for certain whether we need a brolly or a sunhat?

I bet that the weather was one of the main talking points at the Olympics, even amongst the competitors from overseas. It’s been fantastic, hasn’t it? Not only seeing hundreds of skilled people giving their all in their chosen sport, but watching the immense pride on their faces as they stand on that podium to receive their medals. The opening ceremony was amazing, creatively telling of some of Britain’s history with a cast of thousands never putting a foot wrong, and the lighting of the torch was both touching and exhilarating. But the showstopper must have been the Queen. Let’s face it, how many 86 year-olds do you know who parachute from helicopters?! Seriously, though, we are seeing the Queen in a new light. So often, royal insiders have mentioned her sense of fun – now we have seen it for ourselves. Bond has a new girl!

I don’t seem to have done much this week. After editing the Doll Showcase Magazine that I produce and publish, I’ve been working on my autobiography. It’s not of my whole life, I think that would be pretty boring. This is just the story of my childhood. The most surprising thing I’ve discovered is that, as I write, incidents I’d forgotten come crowding back into my head. I found a photo of the first school I attended, and it must have triggered my memory. All at once I could recall making a puppet, playing with metal zoo animals, learning to sew (on a horrid piece of stiff cambric) and losing my hanky!

Luckily, my Father was an amateur photographer, so I have several of his albums covering all of my childhood. My pets – my dog, cat, tortoise, guinea pig. My toys – my dolls, rocking horse, teddy and dolls’ pram. Holidays – sitting outside various caravans, building sandcastles, paddling or just enjoying the sun. And people, so many aunts, cousins, uncles, grannies, granddads – and parents. All gone. What memories, and how wonderful to have the albums to jog my brain. I don’t expect many people will read the book when it’s done. I’m really writing it for my children – but what fun I‘m having doing it!
　
　

　

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Someone once told me that, as a child, she hated dolls and when she was given one for her birthday she took it into the garden and smashed its head against the wall. (This was an elderly lady, so the doll wouldn’t have been a cheap plastic version, it would have been one made from bisque china, the type we now refer to as ‘antique’.) I was horrified!

I’ve loved dolls all my life, they were my constant companions as a child and I spent hours tucking them into their pram or carrycot, bathing them, ‘feeding’ them and dressing them. Nowadays, I often see dolls at boot sales, and often despair – the dolls have been so badly mistreated. They are covered in scribble from felt tip pens, they are smeared with make up or nail varnish, their hair has been chopped off or they have had their eyes pushed in. Sometimes, I rescue these waifs and repair them to the best of my ability, but often they are beyond redemption and I suspect that the sellers just dump them into a rubbish skip at the end of the day. What a short life they have had! If they had been loved and looked after, one day they would be ‘antiques’ and might well have a value. Already some plastic dolls are selling for a hundred pounds or more – unbelievable but true.

In fact, amazingly, some plastic dolls now sell for more than antique dolls. Sadly, at the moment there is a slump in the antique doll market, and dolls which once sold for a few hundred pounds struggle to make even a quarter of their value. Many new collectors aim to replace their childhood dolls, which invariably were plastic, rather than buy ‘old-fashioned’ china dolls, and I can well understand that point of view. I love all types, old and new, baby and teen, china, cloth, plastic, celluloid or even paper! Happily, I still have several of my own plastic and plaster childhood dolls and in most cases can still remember where they were bought. My dolls have no monetary value, they are too ‘well-loved’ (in other words, well played with and scuffed!) for that, but they are a constant childhood reminder and I could never part with them. They are not beautiful in the sense of an antique doll, but they are cheerful – and they are mine!

My childhood dolls

Some people think antique dolls are ‘creepy’ and a friend of mine refers to them as ‘devil dolls’! But to me, an ‘antique doll’ (the term is generally applied to bisque china dolls made up to the early 1930s) is a doll steeped in history. ‘Bisque’ china, incidentally, is a matt china which resembles skin, far more than if it were glazed or ‘glossy’. Gaze into the doll’s beautiful eyes (the eyes of these dolls are lustrous, as they are made from glass, often mouth-blown), and imagine the things she has seen, the events she has ‘lived’ through. A doll made in the early years of the twentieth century will have witnessed two major world conflicts, seen more than twenty prime ministers take office and known five Kings and a Queen to ascend the throne. She will have seen the change from tiny biplanes to enormous jumbo jets, the invention of television and the computer, the first space flight, the landing of men on the moon and amazing leaps forward in the fields of medicine, science and technology. She will have also witnessed well over a hundred Christmases, and been privy to the births, deaths, wedding and birthdays of the members of the family in which she was cared for.

An antique bisque doll

 

An antique doll won’t have aged in the physical sense – she may have lost a finger, her hair might have worn thin and she might even have a slight crack on her head. But, unless she has been cruelly mistreated like the doll I mentioned in the first paragraph, she will still be beautiful. Many museums have exhibitions of these dolls, or at the very least will have a couple on display. Next time, don’t just pass them by – think of all that history they have seen. And marvel at how well they have survived even after being played with by a young child. Then imagine giving one of those large china dolls to a child of today!