I’m typing this just a few days before I leave the UK, my visa has already started and I’m still in the UK, that’s not right! I should be sitting at the Russian border waiting for midnight on the day my visa started.
I suppose at this point I should tell you why I am driving
Firstly I don’t like flying, who would? It’s a miserable experience, herded around like cattle, left in holding pens and fed muck. Who, if you had the choice, would use a plane! The best bit about driving is that I can take whatever I can fit in. No twenty or thirty kilo allowance. At the Russian border I am allowed fifty kilos of personal stuff and everything else I have to pay by the kilo, I think it’s about five US dollars per kilo, I’ll let you know later.
Well I am here, sitting in my little wooden house with its two light bulbs and electric kettle, looking out of the window.
It’s twilight and I can see thousands of dandelions just waiting for a breeze to send them drifting though the air, behind them is an old picket fence with another meadow and then the forest and the forest is big. Now and then I catch a glimpse of a bat silhouetted against the dark blue sky.
It could only be more perfect if I had got around to brushing
the cobwebs from the window frames but I was quite pleased to see my little
spider chum get two mosquitoes for dinner. They are a bit of a pain sometimes
but along with the purchase of a kettle I also picked up a little plug-in
mozzy killer. At this very moment I can’t see one of the little beasties
In fact there are lots of annoying things I cannot see, no TV, no roads or cars, the nearest bit of concrete or tarmac is twenty miles away and that is so bad you could not call it a road, more like a collection of holes at the same height. There are no warning signs, hi-vis jackets, flashing lights, sirens, and no distant hum of a motorway. If I walk 100yrds from my little house through the dandelions, past the haystack and over the little hill by the river I can see nothing that man has made, trees, grass, flowers and the river, only nature.
It is all very different from my home back in Essex.
The Bio-Station has regular open days/weeks for the local and not so local kids as well as weekends for adults who want to know more about the wildlife of Russia. There is a campsite with a good kitchen and a lake near by as well as a guesthouse for those that don’t like the idea of a tent.
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