tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20830176.post8689601358848440039..comments2024-01-17T06:34:18.184+00:00Comments on Memoirs of a TV Junkie: Walk 2: Carisbrook to BrighstoneEmmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00842637349578417903noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20830176.post-40474008020203889152009-09-22T16:26:51.941+01:002009-09-22T16:26:51.941+01:00Ta...I do like a bit of exploring when I get the c...Ta...I do like a bit of exploring when I get the chance and love my digital camera....<br /><br />I'd originally thought the Stoat was a Weasel or Ferret, since they're all much of a muchness, but after I gave my description to dad he said Sotat was the likely culprit...I've never seen one in the wild before and i dare say it was as surprised to see me...shame the cyclists scared it off as I'm pretty sure it would have come right up to me.<br /><br />Don't know why I got creeped out in the woods...walking on my lonesome doesn't normally bother me and it didn't take me long to walk through either...may have hoofed it a bit...like I say over active imagination....or possibly a rabid stoat ;-)Emmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00842637349578417903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20830176.post-83886407151935484242009-09-22T08:36:05.294+01:002009-09-22T08:36:05.294+01:00Another fabulous edition of "Walking with Emm...Another fabulous edition of "Walking with Emma" ;D<br /><br />I've never heard of a stoat - he's a cute little bugger! And I agree about the spandex. Living in a bicycle-centric area, I have seen far too many jiggly behinds crammed into it.<br /><br />It wasn't the Blair witch...it was a rabid stoat stalking you...Firefly Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09742562729182149224noreply@blogger.com