tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802206289996500659.post6846763324244033825..comments2024-03-27T13:34:10.184+00:00Comments on NORTH DOWNS & BEYOND: Loss and legacySteve Galehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459545933323958452noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802206289996500659.post-26171455903527398392020-02-25T14:46:59.714+00:002020-02-25T14:46:59.714+00:00Gavin, Tony, Mike - thank you for commenting. As m...Gavin, Tony, Mike - thank you for commenting. As much as wallowing in nostalgia and remembering those who are no longer with us is a celebration, it also makes us come to terms with our own mortality. Bittersweet...Steve Galehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09459545933323958452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802206289996500659.post-41681730461628919912020-02-25T12:01:12.626+00:002020-02-25T12:01:12.626+00:00Great post Steve, sums it all up beautifully. Grea...Great post Steve, sums it all up beautifully. Great times, great friends, learnt so much from each other and fundamental to my birding right through to today. As you say the logistics of doing anything then as a teenager and into my early twenties were not easy and usually a team effort. All of this made for lovely stories of people, places, birding success and failures that swept through the birding brotherhood through conversations. People like Keith where an instrumental part of those days for me and many others too. Mike Langmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769021137483993740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802206289996500659.post-78690808568642674002020-02-25T11:59:37.083+00:002020-02-25T11:59:37.083+00:00A very evocative post, nostalgia is running throug...A very evocative post, nostalgia is running through my veins. Thanks Steve.Tony Morrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01516463619239374331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802206289996500659.post-35606172023372136272020-02-25T08:53:25.420+00:002020-02-25T08:53:25.420+00:00As Derek said, a lovely post Steve. It's a sce...As Derek said, a lovely post Steve. It's a scene I was never part of. Although young, I was a married dad with a mortgage in my full-steam twitching days. And I suspect the best of it was over anyway by the end of the '70s, before my time. That's not to say I don't have a stack of great twitching memories, just that few of them involve dossing in bus-shelters and subsisting on Mars bars! Or hitching! Gavin Haighttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17242398421328525578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802206289996500659.post-60309743725652913082020-02-25T07:01:36.548+00:002020-02-25T07:01:36.548+00:00Thanks Derek. My days of twitching, hitching and d...Thanks Derek. My days of twitching, hitching and dossing were relatively brief, but they did supply me with plenty of memories.Steve Galehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09459545933323958452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802206289996500659.post-86806089813714520422020-02-25T06:26:41.295+00:002020-02-25T06:26:41.295+00:00That's a lovely post Steve and while I never g...That's a lovely post Steve and while I never got into the twitching stuff I can understand the camaraderie that was shared by those guys. Myself and three friends did a lot of hitch-hiking in the 1960's, just a sleeping bag each and sleeping in woods, bus shelters, subways, and lots of adventures shared during those times, that we still talk about today.Derek Faulknerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05140363868104172311noreply@blogger.com