Three months after moving in to our lively new home and the re-build / decorate phase was in full swing. We needed a plasterer so Karen found one on Facebook and he duly turned up at the house on a Saturday morning. I opened the door to a large, jolly bloke with a strong Cornish accent. Naturally I asked whereabouts he was from, and to my surprise he responded "the Isles of Scilly, if you know where that is". IT quickly transpired that he was Martin Hunt, son of the legendary but long gone Scilly birder David Hunt. Martin's dad was a pioneer of Scilly birding and the rarity scene, before he was tragically killed by a tiger in India. Martin regaled tales of the 780s and 80s birding scene, he knew people who remain twitcing stalwarts and had even seen some great birds (including the one and only UK Sapsucker in 1975). His dad was also an artist of some repute in his day. Martin was duly awarded the job (how could I not!), and when he came round I was blown away - he brought me three cards that were prints of his dads postcards. A lovely moment.
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