Mother’s Day
or not, on a gloriously bright and mild morning 16 of us convened at the part of
the Common so prosaically known as Area E to complete the removal of previously
cut reeds. It really did feel to be an honour to be there in such perfect
conditions, and the mood was very light-hearted (as it usually is anyway).
In no time
at all (or so it seemed to your usual correspondent, who arrived fashionably on
time, and thus some 15 minutes later than the extra-keen ones) sheets had been
laid out and pitchforks were put to use tossing the fallen reeds onto them.
It’s all
very well piling stuff onto sheets, but someone has to winch those sheets to
the chosen dump site. This is something that entails thought, planning and
indeed consideration. Or, to put it another way, holding what looks much like a
mother’s meeting – which is appropriate considering what day it was.
Having
chosen the spot, the winch crew set to work with pitchforks of their own to
create a nice level playing field by flattening out the previous session’s
pile.
Here we see
two crack winchers poised to guide the sheet over the boardwalk. Note multi-talented Noel
practising his ballet pose at the same time!
Pulling a
drag sheet, hauling on it to steer it when necessary and turning it over at the
dump site is excellent exercise for almost all, but this attendee was perhaps
too small to pull.
Although the
reeds had been lying around for a couple of weeks, they were reasonably dry and
mercifully light. Therefore, fairly large heaps could be loaded onto the drag
sheets without too many howls of protest from the other end of the rope.
Happily, the
Common is relatively free from litter, but not everyone takes their empties
home.
After a
clear night it was cold first thing, meaning warm jackets were the order of the
day, but following Team Leader Margaret’s early lead, plenty of others soon
felt the need to strip off – availing themselves of the natural coat-hooks so
helpfully arranged.
Being always
the optimist, I had thought that we might even be finished after an hour’s
work, but in the event I was wrong – yes, that can happen! And so it was that
my whistle was called for to summon our forces to the half-time break. Today’s nourishment
came from scrumptious chocolate chip cookies.
At this
point it is traditional to show Noel taking his ease: here he is in his seat of
choice. To be fair, a wheelbarrow is the only seat available at that location.
Last time the
winch team apparently complained that in the absence of your correspondent it
was unusually quiet there. Coincidence or not, today the aforementioned Noel
was back on song, giving us renditions of Lou Reed’s Perfect Day, Nina
Simone’s Feeling good, The Temptations Ball of Confusion (brought
on by the amount of end-of-season confusion some were experiencing in
handling the drag sheets), and Edwin Starr’s War – as a nod to the
ongoing geopolitical shambles.
By the end
of the session it was satisfying to survey the scene and realise that, as they
say round here, “The job’s a good ‘un.”
We’ve
mentioned before the specialised task that is sheet folding at the end of each
session, and here we see the two prime exponents of the art. It’s why they’re
Team Leaders.
Here’s how
the area looked when we finished.
The winch is
our friend, but sometimes it’s hard to think the same way about the rope. As we’ve
illustrated often before, it likes nothing better than to twist itself into
knots, encouraged no doubt by the fact that it is tightly wound round the
capstan wheel on the beloved winch. Today, fortunately at the end of the
session, it contrived to seize the machine up, requiring the collected brawn,
brains and Allen keys of the winch team to un-seize it. For all I know, they’re
still there, but lunch was calling…
At this
point I spotted Andrew away off on his own at the edge of Bradfield Road, using
a spade to vigorous effect in clearing a ditch, gully or channel – call it what
you will.
Hi ho, hi
ho, it’s back from work we go, surprisingly neatly spaced out.
Here is Team
Leader Margaret’s message of thanks:
A huge
thank you to you all particularly the 16 wonderful folk who came today. Despite
it being Mother’s Day. It amazes us how
even when the usual suspects are playing hooky we still manage to get 16
volunteers. Thank you all.
We have
now completed the cutting and raking on the SSSI and very good it looks too.
Keep a watch for the orchids, cotton grass and fritillaria to mention just a
few which will be flowering in the months ahead thanks to your dedication.
Duncan would have me list the birds as well...Do check his blog, it has new
features. Thank you Duncan for your hard work on this, keeping us entertained.
In two
weeks’ time we are going to cut and rake the grass in School Meadow. We are
going to try something new this year. The Bracken is becoming rather dominant
and from somewhere we have learnt that if you bruise bracken it self-destructs,
so this year we will cut it down and then over the growing months we will ask
for volunteers to help trample the area. This will have to be repeated over
many years. Thanks in advance if you can help. We will not be cutting scrub as
the birds are beginning to nest.
Thank you
for your time and good humour that you have shared over the winter and
hopefully see you soon.
Margaret
for the team leaders
The
snowdrops are now finished, but the lessercelandines are out everywhere you go. I see from the book I mentioned in
the previous post that our old friend Gilbert White mentioned them in his
journal for 1781, using their old country name of ‘pile-wort’. It seems that
back then “bathed with the juice (from the roots of the plant) mixed with wine,
or the sick man’s urine…” bingo! the offending piles were sorted out. (I think
I would probably take the wine option.)
As well as
fully wild celandines, cultivated daffodils are flowering everywhere too,
including here beside the Bradfield Road spur of the boardwalk, where they are
filling in after the snowdrops have called it a day.
In bird
news, it’s great to report that a Cetti’s warbler has turned up close to School
Common, and its explosive song can sometimes be heard near the junction of
Bramble Lane and Chapel Road. The sightings whiteboard also reveals that it has
been heard along Fox’s Beck, so let’s hope it stays to breed. The far more
common chiffchaff has now arrived back here in good
numbers, and its tell-tale song is very evident, along with great tits, robins
and wrens. A raptor graced our efforts today with its presence in a nearby
tree, and after some debate about the perhaps more exciting options it was
decided that it was probably a female kestrel.
Some say
that envy is a deadly sin, but surely it is understandable when you learn that
your friends have been honoured by having long-tailed tits nest-building in their “garden
adjacent common”? As the photo (carefully taken when the birds weren’t there)
shows, their nest is a thing of beauty and wonder, constructed with moss,
lichen and cobwebs.
A few days
ago NWT staff replaced the roof on the Information Point on Lower Street. This
very welcome repair will mean that visitors and our notices can be protected
from the rain again. Along with some recent chain-saw work, it’s great to see
that our little reserve gets frequent attention from the Trust.