“Animals arrived, liked the look of the place, took up their quarters, settled down, spread and flourished. They didn’t bother themselves about the past – they never do; they’re too busy. The place was a bit humpy and hillocky, naturally, and full of holes; but that was rather an advantage.”
Kenneth Grahame, ‘The Wind in the Willows’
I’m trying to take a photo of a wallaby. It’s hiding in some tall grass, but I can see its furry ears and tail sticking out. There’s actually three wallabies in front of me, and they are doing a great job of making it almost impossible to get a decent picture. The weather is roasting hot, so two of them are sensibly sitting in the shade, and this third one is playing hide-and-seek with me. Patience is the key to good photography, but being a pale, red-haired Northerner, I can’t last more than five minutes in high heat without crumbling into dust. I settled for this silhouette photo of the wallaby in the grass, and headed to the nearest shade to recover.
I know what you’re thinking. Wallabies and baking hot temperatures? She must have been in Australia!
But I wasn’t. I was in Kent.
That’s right, there are wallabies living in Kent.
And bears. And bison. And wolves!
And all of these animals live in the beautiful surroundings of Wildwood, near Canterbury.
