Parallel Non-intersecting Worlds

This morning I had a very highly detailed dream, perhaps from another world.



In that dream I was talking to an important Japanese dude and his two sempai. I was explaining to him about interpersonal interactions and he bought me an Asahi beer. Later this conversation became formal and I was making a presentation to him in a plush office in Mayfair at the behest of a boutique UK skills firm. It was similar to the room at Fleming Family and Partners where we discussed million pound investment in Powerlase, I being the last founder on the board. The boutique firm were trying to recruit me. I said that we could rent out the Royal Institution for future events for the Japanese company. The Japanese dude liked the idea and was very receptive to whatever it was that I was saying.


When I got back to my small house {in the dream} on the floor outside the house was a posh envelope from the boutique. In that was a job offer for a guaranteed £60 k. p.a. plus substantial perks and share capital.


We woke up and could hear Bowie the cat crying downstairs for attention. She is in two minds now that it is warm. She is showing us less attention and is often out in the garden hunting. My suspicion is that as it gets cold and the log fire burns, she will spend more time cwtched up on the sofa. I am the chief tick remover so we have a love hate relationship from time to time.

As I did my morning constitutional circumambulation of the pond, the coypu fled off into Le Jaudy and our resident heron flew off up into one of the pines on the “football pitch”. The wife tried to contact the log supplier and is now out watering. Later on, I will use the Kawasaki pump to fill the pond from the river, I will repair coypu damage and then do some strimming frenzy.


Yesterday, I had my application for patent approved. It contains things like photonic circuits and optical fibres, non-linear optics and lasers. It seems to me that this is by way of a “wild card” and could be the only thing with even the slightest risk of coupling these worlds.


It is like two uncoupled worlds which fail to intersect. They pass like ships in the night unaware of each other. There being only a febrile glancing dream to leave little more than a shadow hint of a passing.




“In Homer’s epic poem the Odyssey Book IX, Odysseus tells how adverse north winds blew him and his men off course as they were rounding Cape Malea, the southernmost tip of the Peloponnesus, headed westwards for Ithaca:

    I was driven thence by foul winds for a space of 9 days upon the sea, but on the tenth day we reached the land of the Lotus-eaters, who live on a food that comes from a kind of flower. Here we landed to take in fresh water, and our crews got their mid-day meal on the shore near the ships. When they had eaten and drunk I sent two of my company to see what manner of men the people of the place might be, and they had a third man under them. They started at once, and went about among the Lotus-eaters, who did them no hurt, but gave them to eat of the lotus, which was so delicious that those who ate of it left off caring about home, and did not even want to go back and say what had happened to them, but were for staying and munching lotus with the Lotus-eaters without thinking further of their return; nevertheless, though they wept bitterly I forced them back to the ships and made them fast under the benches. Then I told the rest to go on board at once, lest any of them should taste of the lotus and leave off wanting to get home, so they took their places and smote the grey sea with their oars.

Wild Boar and Coypu

We have just had our big hedges trimmed and the gardeners, who are local, say that they have been visited by wild boar who trashed their garden. The local press has similar accounts and the boar survey put the sightings for 2022 stable at 7 per year in our commune. This means that we should probably close the garden gate of a night. A little further north there have been more sightings.

Perhaps I should get a crossbow…

I am filling the pond with water from Le Jaudy in case of a prefectural edict for water conservation. We have had a very, very dry February and January. Though the rain is forecast soon to come in from the west. The big Kawasaki pump is making some strange noises. Time for some pump maintenance if it rains…

Despite finding “mommy” coypu dead a few days ago there are fresh coypu turds this morning. These look to be from a relative juvenile. We shall see if there are more signs tomorrow.

Maybe we have to buy a trap…

The Trap Theme – Coypu and Moley

Since we have been here, we have been visited by one adult and two juvenile coypu. At one stage the “mother” had both her young in our pond. Later they, the young, visited unaccompanied and let me get within ten metres to take photographs.

Prior to that we found that our pond had a leak. Investigation suggested it was caused by a coypu burrow in “plug hole corner”. We filled this burrow with clumping clay cat-litter stuffed into compostable polyester bags. When the polyester breaks down via ester linkage hydrolysis water got into the bags causing the clay to absorb the water, expand and tightly fill the burrow. It was a neat idea of mine that worked well.

Bowie is now using the residual litter supply.

I have seen a grown up coypu this calendar year behind the greenhouse and swimming in the pond.

Once we had seen the juveniles, I checked and there is a prefectural edict saying that they need, as an invasive species, to be curtailed. We told the Mairie, and the hunters came and set traps. They caught a rare Eurasian mink which had to be released. Then one day I saw the coypu pair again. We called the hunters and they shot one of them with a shotgun. They could not see the other one. It made an appearance after they had left.

When the lotuses get going the coypu likes to uproot them and eat the roots. This causes them to spread but ruins the display. Naughty coypu!!

Last night the wife called me, she had seen what looked like a dead coypu in the pond. We went over to investigate. The pond walls are lined with a wire fence designed to stop things like coypu burrowing into the pond walls. The holes in the fence are ~10cm square.  When I lifted up the fence with a garden rake, there was indeed a dead, presumably drowned coypu stuck fast in one of the holes below the water line. It looked like it had entered the pond behind the fence and then tried to swim through the hole in the fence. It got stuck and instead of backing out of the “trap” it had put one of its front paws through the hole. So not only was its head and neck through the hole, in trying to escape by using its paw, it had made the matter worse for itself. Without the paw it might have been able to back out.

Together we lifted the fence out of the water and cut a portion of it free. It, the rodent, was very heavy ~3kg and the coypu was bigger than the juveniles. It had a very long tail. I cut it free of the wire hole and then took it for a water burial on a shovel.

When the fur is dry the animal looks bigger. So, it could have been the adult. We are on watch for coypu sign {turds}.

We shall see. The coypu made its own trap and could not back out of it.

Of late we have new mole-sign!! This mole must be trained by Karla at Moscow Central. Because there has been no mole sign for a number of weeks. This one must be a very deep mole. But now it has left two mountains {mole hills}. These now have some mole traps. Again, we wait.

If there is no new mole sign,I will check the taps early next week. If there is more mole sign, I will set more traps.

We are on the lookout for coypu turds {this language may be offensive to your reader} and mole hills…

Life is a riot out here …

The Coypu and the Toad Migration

I am up a little earlier than usual because I have a doctor’s appointment. Just after dawn as I was taking my constitutional walk around the pond I saw the adult coypu. It was in the water and close to the greenhouse. It saw me at the greenhouse corner and then swam across the pond towards Le Jaudy. It got out of the water and went over the bank into the river. I haven’t seen it for a while but it has left turd messages for us though. Maybe I’ll fit the telephoto lens to the camera ready for the next dawn-ish time.

A little later on I saw two toads having it off in the pond. This perhaps is the beginning of the toad migration. The largest number count we have had is sixty. There has been an extended cold snap so the numbers might be down this year…

Inner Stillness and Animal Encounters

I have something of a pet theory, and it says that wildlife is sensitive not only to the acoustic impact of humans but to the levels of their inner mental noise. Somehow wildlife senses who is a threat and who is at peace. For whatever reason, even though I may be allergic, cats like me a lot. Big bouncy dogs are relaxed around me. If your mind is quiet your chance for a random animal encounter is higher.

I have been fortunate over the years to be treated to some close encounters of the natural kind. This is not because I am some ninja stalker, rather I walk quietly, and my mind is still. When I come across wildlife I do not jolt. A pair of Crocs on grass does not make much noise. The other contribution to encounter is my penchant for dawn and near dawn.

After lunch whilst I was circumambulating, I got to plughole corner. I saw motion over the fence in the waters of the swamp. There less ten metres from me was the Coypu. It swam to the edge of the swamp and got out. I was watching it for a minute or so. It was not the mummy from before but the adolescent from last year.  I called to the wife, and it disappeared into Le Jaudy. At mid-day!! So, the Lotus muncher is in the ‘hood.

Perhaps my most enthralling encounter was with a large stag in the woods of the Ashridge estate. It was a misty early morning, and I came upon him thirty meters away. He was the embodiment of Herne. He was magnificent. He was steaming of breath as was I. We stood for what seemed like an eternity, eye to eye, mutually transfixed.

I bowed literally, retraced my steps and took a path that went in a different direction.

Do you think wildlife and animals are sensitive to the sate of mind of humans?