I was given two wonderful books for Christmas, written 80
years apart, but they could have both been written now. Aldo Leopold’s Sand
County Almanack’ was written in the 1940s, by a man often described as a
father of environmentalism. Distressed by the degradation of much North
American land he bought an exhausted farm and helped it to regenerate naturally. Way back
then he was warning about the perils of over-grazing, invasive non-native
species, inappropriate development in wild areas, eradication of apex predators,
and especially the reckless disregard for the health of the soil. Isabella
Tree’s Wilding addresses the same themes that are even more extreme now.
She describes returning to a more natural state the now-famous Knepp
Estate in Sussex which her husband had inherited as a traditional farm, but that
was no longer capable of paying its way. They realised that what was missing was the input
of Mother Nature, and as we were always told, Mother knows best. So areas of
the estate have been left to their own devices, with astonishing improvements
in biodiversity, and the profitability of the estate. If only more landowners
would take heed!
Although it’s still only early February, there are
encouraging signs that Spring is on its way. It’s too early for Ted Hughes’s
increasingly unreliable measure that “the globe is still working” (the arrival
of the swifts), but the birds in School Common are starting to sing, the Hazel
catkins are out, the puppy-yapping geese are drifting back to Iceland, and
yesterday I heard a skylark, larking about in the sky. You can almost hear the
reeds re-growing, ready for our attention next winter!
Your two usual correspondents having more pressing commitments keeping us away from Sunday’s working party, this time we’re relying on hard-pressed Team Leaders Margaret and Kevin for the words and pictures from the last session of the season on the main reedbed:
After a dull Saturday, the sun shone on the righteous and it
was another crisp bright morning to make the heavy work a less daunting
prospect. The walk to the work site was long; the furthest distance from the
Lower Street end of the boardwalk that we have go.
The ground at the area being cut was very wet and unstable underfoot.
Although a number of regulars were unable to attend, a very creditable 17 brave souls turned out, and we were quickly winching away.
A lot of reed had been cut a few days previously, but so good was our progress that Grillo was called for, and the remaining area cut. After a quick move of winching site during the coffee break we were away again.
We all know that trees are essential – including as coat stands.
Only three people failed to stay upright: John and Noel rolled over with the sheet, and Margaret failed to spot a log.
After coffee the newly cut reed was very dry and light, so a joy to move, and the job was quickly completed.
Ever the showman, Noel is here seen showing off his disco moves:
Leo reprised his role as tree stump extractor, regardless of the wet patch he was getting on his knee:
Here’s how the site looked at the end of the session, and the reed cutting part of our work for the season - back to scrub bashing in two weeks.
Here's Team Leader Kevin’s message of thanks:
Hello all
Now that you think it’s over for another season you will
be delighted to hear that we have decided to hold another working party in a
fortnight’s time to tackle the trees and shrubs between the car park and the
container.
The seventeen volunteers who came out today on a lovely
sunny morning did a super job in clearing the reed that was already cut, so
much so that we had to bring Grillo out to cut the remaining area. This means
that we have finished the reed cutting programme for this year.
Our thanks to everyone who turned out today - you did a
fantastic job. Should you not be able to come in two weeks’ time, we the team
leaders on behalf of NWT, would like to say a big thank you for all your work
during the year.
We hope those of you who are unwell make a speedy
recovery and we look forward to seeing you soon.
Thanks
Kevin and the TLs
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