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  • Trees of Bestwood

WHO ARE WE?

Three groups of nature conservation volunteers (‘voles’) operate at Bestwood, cunningly known by the days on which they work. The award-winning ‘Tuesday Voles’ are a well-oiled team of mostly retired men and women who work every week. Under the guidance of the rangers, they provide an invaluable labour force that helps with their management of the park. There are about 14 of them and there is a waiting list to join. Other groups are available! They include: the intrepid weekly 'Thursday Voles', led by Notts County Council Community Liaison Officer, Sue Macdonald, and the ‘Sunday Voles’ who only work the first Sunday in the month and both of these groups are not over-subscribed. Contact Gedling Ranger Rob Wombwell - Robert.Wombwell@gedling.gov.uk before turning up for either Tuesdays or a Sunday, and Sue McDonald - sue.mcdonald@nottscc.gov.uk for Thursdays. There are restrictions regarding those under 18 years old. Neither group works Bank Holiday weekends or over Christmas/New Year, and only high winds, heavy snow or Biblical downpours prevent them turning out.

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Some of the Voles hard at work

Meet a Vole

Find out more about the longest serving park volunteer by clicking here.

_The following ramblings are provided by the Vole better known as ‘Brick’ and do not claim to be anything other than personal interpretations. They are neither the voice of the Park Rangers nor the Community Liaison Officer, but they do aspire to provide the public with an insight into the whys and wherefores of what we do.

A YEAR IN THE LIFE OF THE VOLES

Autumn through to Spring

Knowing When To Stop

PictureSap discolouring a recently felled Norwegian Maple
When sap oozes from a stump within moments of felling, volunteers know they are coming to the end of the woodland management season. Birds and small mammals are already ensconced in their nests, and it is time to leave them in peace to do what creatures do to perpetuate their species. Soon we will switch to the backbreaking tasks demanded by land management, and the containment or repair of petty vandalism.

As the warm weather entices more ‘yoths’ into the park, we can expect to be filling unwanted holes, repairing destroyed infrastructure and coping with the embers of open fires set by numb-skulls whose joined-up thinking doesn’t run to putting together the dangers of burning wood in woodland. 

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PictureStripping down the vandalised Adventure Playground fence.

Of course, some don’t even compute that woods tend to be littered with dead wood ideal for a roaring blaze, but rather set to work pillaging wooden fences, like those once embedded around the adventure playground. Since what they left standing was neither use nor ornament, one of our tasks over the winter months was to jemmy off the slats, lever out the nails, dig out the uprights and smash off their concrete settings ready for recycling the wood, or at least stashing for a rainy day. It was two days of graft that would have been better spent sorting the woodland, a task that rarely achieves all that is required, particular now the park is under-staffed.

Bringing in the Light

PictureOpening up the Khalsa Wood side of Park Road.
As with every year, a considerable portion of our time has been spent felling, clearing and creating windrows in order to open congested areas to the light that stimulates growth on the ground and thus everything else.

This year we made an all-out assault on the southern length of Park Road (the northern stretch of Bramley Wood is privately owned) so at least one side of what was once an impressive avenue now has room to breathe.


PictureBuilding Yew windrows south of Woodman’s Path.
Similar root and branch attacks were made on the pinch point west of the Winding Engine House (WEH), behind the buildings in the somewhat neglected Plantation, and on the plethora of yews snarling the slopes south of Woodman’s Path, where the switchback bridleway is inexorably eroding its way into a ‘holloway’.

On the Front Line, cheek-by-jowl with Top Valley estate, contractors had done the fun work of felling, leaving us the task of clearing up after them.


PictureTrimming back the alder & willow that clutter up the Pit Tip conservation area
Some hefty trees that were a potential danger to property came down, and the sneddings (the small branches that we remove) then woven into an impressive trident of windrows that look decidedly pagan in origin. This year we set to work opening up the conservation area on the western brow of the Pit Tip near the dew holes, a thinning we undertake irregularly, maybe once ever three years.

Secured behind wire fencing and off limits to the public, our target area is a small patch of furrowed land, hidden behind a weave of branches, which habitually becomes over-burdened with willow and alder. Water collects in the furrows, making this secluded spot a refuge for pond life and the snipe, woodcock and heron that has in turn been enticed in.



Riders Without Horse Sense

Like cowboys surrounding an Amerindian encampment, Bestwood is ringed by liveries whose clients merrily trot round the park, without paying a dime towards its upkeep or expelling a bead of sweat to repair the damage their pampered pets leave in their wake. Over the years, different park managers have attempted to pull them into line, but to be fair, it is difficult to imagine a scheme that would be equitable and could be policed. Equestrians are therefore tolerated, though what they once took to be bespoke bridleways are now shared with walkers and cyclists. As long as they keep to the permissive routes, the rest of us know where we are, but once astride their nags riders seem to mutate into Calamity Janes and John Chisums, firmly believing they can roam free with impunity.

PictureFelling, snedding & creating windrows to steer equestrians

Few seem to appreciate that Bestwood Park is a vulnerable landscape, if only because it is rooted in sand. As mentioned before, you only have to walk down the switchback from Woodman’s Path to appreciate the abrasive impact of Ol’ Trigger’s hoofs.





Our attempts to contain The Wild Bunch with yew windrows has already been breached in the valley below Woodman’s, but south of Calluna Clearing, where lazy riders have carved out a short-cut, we have had more success. In the process of felling and opening up the area, we have built shepherding windrows and laid sturdy trunks along the length of the cut-off that no equestrian in their right mind will now venture down. The only problem is, it looks rather ugly.


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Blocking off and up the unwanted ‘desire bridleway’ south of Calluna.

Other Work

PictureRooting out a cherry tree that just isn’t welcome near The Triangle.
Unlike our sister parks of Rufford, Dob and Sherwood, Bestwood survives winter storms relatively unscathed. Downed timber that blocks desire lines and paths is cleared without much fuss, but what our park does uniquely suffer from is a perennial plague of cherry saplings. Essentially pigeons and blackbirds that feast on cherries growing on the estates drop the pips in-flight during their return to the woods.Every year we sweep the perimeter from Dunvegan Drive Gate, east to Big Wood playing fields, pulling and digging out saplings, and every year it is astonishing how many have taken root.


PictureThe Phantom Grafter strikes again!
This year’s particular curiosity was the activities of The Phantom Grafter. Some sad person clearly fancies themselves as a bit of a Bill Sowerbutts, and has been grafting the strangest things onto all manner of stems across the park, maybe to produce ‘chapples’ (apple grafted onto cherry).

He or she rather helpfully bound them round with blue, red, white or yellow tape, the clearer for us to notice them and rip ‘em out!

PictureBackbreaking work watching somebody else digging
For a couple of Mondays we rather grudgingly gave of our muscle to dig a ‘slough’ (American for a shallow trench or gulley, but apparently the trade term) for the WEH crew, for which they were very grateful, being even older and more rickety than our voles.

We begrudged them purely because it was dreadful work involving picks and shovels and sometimes digging on our knees. We like a challenge, but during the winter months we prefer it to be arboreal, particularly when a JCB could have polished off the task in a couple of hours.

Public Goes Private - Spring Supplement

Perhaps the most pernicious consequence of this country’s relentless drive to privatise public services and sell off public property at knock-down prices is the loss of open space. Whether forests, playing fields, brownfield sites or parklands, any passing of public land into the hands of wealth is to be mourned. Of course, elsewhere in Europe such blatant irresponsibility on the part of local and national government precipitates, at minimum, public protest and at worst, riots and the loss of life. In an overcrowded island like ours, where open space is at a premium, we shrug our shoulders or at best sign an on-line petition.
Bestwood boasts its own small example of this creeping cancer in the selling off of a tip of Gaunt Hill, west of the Fire Station, now isolated behind a firm wooden fence. Erected with due haste by its new owners, this ‘tasteful’ barrier immediately outraged regular walkers following the desire lines from the hotel car park, behind the Landman Compound, to the Big Wood Corner, a route that saved them from the occasionally irresponsible traffic on the track to the residences and Woodside Liveries.
In time, it is possible the new owners will do a better job of woodland management than the authorities and walkers will resign themselves to the dogleg now provided round their ‘manor’. The sadness is that they could just as easily provided a permissive way across this corner of woodland and thus ingratiate themselves with the local community, but they evidently felt what is theirs is theirs, full stop. The argument that the containment will hopefully encourage wood anemone to return is spurious since wood anemones were never there in the first place.
At the same time we mourn the passing of a full team of Rangers and support staff, victims of the cuts. When your correspondent joined the volunteers there were seven Rangers and an office support worker based in Alexander Lodge and an education officer based in the classroom nearby. Over the years that team has been whittled down to two Rangers (now employed by Gedling Borough) and a Community Liaison Officer (employed by the County).
The volunteers were witnesses to the anxiety and trauma this inflicted on the staff, not knowing if they had a job to go to from one week to the next, and to the park, now grossly understaffed considering it is the largest, most diverse public space in Nottinghamshire. Now more than ever the management of the woodlands, lakes and pit top are dependent on the labour of volunteers, for which you would imagine the authorities would be grateful. If only…

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Notes from the Chair

I thought it best to clarify a couple of points in the item above.
The sale was not secret, it was not sold at a knock-down price, and there are very good conservation reasons why the fencing went up.
Over the years people walking over that sensitive area had all but wiped out the wood anemone. It is hoped that protecting the area may encourage its return. Even Brick acknowledges that the owners may take better care of that piece of land than the council had previously. He fails to mention that the piece of land had been bought by the council from the previous private owners TO MAKE A CAR PARK, which thankfully they then did not follow up on. So the sale back to the private owners should be welcomed as having removed the threat of woodland being turned over to cars!
Margret Vince - Chair FoBCP

August Into Autumn

PictureHand weeding bracken and rosebay in Calluna Clearing
August through September is when voles knacker backs and elbows completing the final tasks of the land management season, principally weeding the handful of heaths Rangers have been nurturing in an effort to return the park to some semblance of the varied woodscape of Sherwood Forest, of which Bestwood is the most southerly remaining outcrop.

In an area the size of Calluna Clearing, the jungle of bracken might well emanate from a single plant, such is the ability of this fern to run rampant. Efforts to control it with Asulox woefully failed, and the spraying has been discontinued, so once again we will find ourselves pulling bracken by hand.

PicturePreparing the ground for reseeding heather.
True ferns we work round, and most of us are now pretty skilled at distinguishing the difference. Brambles and surfeits of rosebay willowherb were also removed.

At Calluna, the heather was revealed to be suffering from old age, like some of the voles, so this year the plots were prepared for seeding anew. The ground was raked and any exposed rizhomes (the tendrils of bracken) removed or left for the frost to kill off.

In the photograph the pile of roots bottom left are bracken rizhomes.




Sliding deeper into autumn, the season of woodland management kicks in. Moans and groans about sore joints and RSI evaporate as axes and billhooks emerge from the tool shed. There’s nothing that lightens a volunteer’s soul more than the prospect of handling wood, even if just scooping up chainsaw sneddings and jamming them into a windrow or stacking logs, both crucial for encouraging the bugs that are so elemental to the wellbeing of the parkland species.

In Khalsa Woods and south of Hanging Heath, much of this thinning is about removing sycamores, cherry and other un-welcomed species to buy space for veteran oaks to breathe.


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The long and the short of humping logs.
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Pulling a Siccy (sycamore) in Khalsa Woods.
PictureBinding a bundle of heatherings ‘harvested’ from the willow stools middle right.

On the southern edge of the Pit Tip, Rise Park Conservation Area is out of bounds to the public. This is one of two areas where the park grows the willow heatherings used to bind the top of laid hedgerows, as seen south of the Winding Engine House, and on the southern edge of the Conservation Area itself.

With a hedgelaying course imminent, it was our task to clip the willows back to the stools (stumps) and harvest the alder and ash growing up there for stakes. These uprights provide the hedge infrastructure, round which the willow is then woven to keep things in place.

Every region has its own style of hedgelaying, largely dependent on its function (to keep out or contain the public, sheep or cattle, for example) each requiring a different degree of strength.

Though there are great similarities, and the Midland style deployed at Bestwood is most common, it is fascinating to spot the subtle differences. The Derby style, for example, using machined uprights, can be seen on the left of the Ollerton road leaving town, just after the turn off to Burntstump.





PictureRise Park Conservation Area before and after
The photo shows Rise Park Conservation Area before & after we have harvested the willow, ash and alder for hedgelaying and cleared space for next year’s crop to spring forth.

Once upon a time, hedgelaying was an activity reserved for the voles and an occasional weekend course. Since the cutbacks and staff shortages, the amount of work the authorities depend on volunteers for has exponentially increased. Gone are the activities that increased our understanding of woodland management. In have come irregular opportunities for voles to work at Bestwood on a Thursday under the Community Liaison Officer. Should we look forward to a time when we’re also asked to do the county’s paperwork, or will somebody driving a desk finally get a grip on what ‘short-sighted’ means?


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On a lighter note, the wizened and grumpy old voles have been delighted to count among our number a few students looking for work experience or youngsters struggling to find fixed employment. To mention but one, Emma was studying Ecology with a minor in keeping the Community Liaison Officer (CLO) sane and organized.

Her work placement greatly amused the staff, who happily sat back and watched us pass on everything they’ve passed on to us over the years. But we like to think we bestowed some deeper understanding upon her, if only how to handle wizened and grumpy old voles.

In this photo Sue McDonald (then a Ranger, now the CLO) is keeping a close eye on Emma as she gets to grips with a ‘gob cut’.


Early Summer Activity

Signs of the Times

Traffic managers seem to be under the illusion that the British public are incapable of travelling anywhere without an information, direction or traffic sign steering their progress every 25 meters. Such a mindset has now filtered down to the park in the form of ten Green Oak pillars directing walkers from the Dynamo House to either the Adventure Playground or Mill Lakes. They cost £4,000 (dwell on that). Add in the cost of two days labour for a couple of work crews (deferred by using voles) and it is clear that 500 quid to produce an accurate map of the whole park that the public could carry everywhere with them would have been a total waste of time and money.

Talking of signs, there are two large and very stylish name-stones at rest in the compound that would look splendid either side of the Winding Engine House park entrance. Engraved with ‘Bestwood Country Park’, they could welcome visitors with a proud flourish and a clear orientation, should sense and an accurate map ever prevail. Left over from the sandstone information blocks sited at the Mill Lakes, they were ‘donated’ by Ashfield District Council, whose jurisdiction that part of the country park comes under.

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Tamping down to secure a new signpost
Sadly the name-stones fell victim to a sleep-inducing argument about their failure to display corporate logos and employ the ‘correct’ corporate font.

They have been summarily retired before seeing active service.

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The final resting place of a corporately incorrect name-stone

Extramural Activities

Once in a blue moon the voles were treated to a learning experience that is only remotely to do with conservation work. Before the cuts made everybody’s life less fun, green woodworking was a favourite, imparting a number of wood-craft skills useful for management tasks like hedgelaying. While everybody might believe they know how to employ axes and bill hooks safely, green woodworking taught us how to employ them skilfully t’boot. With the loss of three Rangers in the name of economies, such activities have been extremely curtailed, as has the bike shelter we were in the process of building.

Recently, however, we were treated to an afternoon’s pond dipping from the Mill Lakes boardwalks (out-of-bounds to the public), something most of us hadn’t done since we were kids. What some thought would be a trivial waste of time proved a fascinating insight into the myriad of life swimming in and above the slime, from endlessly contorting leeches to the barely visible whatever-they-were. Evidently the mucky extremities of the lakes are as vital to the welfare of resident fowl, fish and mammals as the habitat stacks in the park. Obvious, maybe, but sometimes these things have to be seen to be appreciated.

As the local authorities become increasingly dependent on unpaid workers, such diversions from the ‘real work’ become essential, not only as a nod of gratitude, but as a learning opportunity for voles steeped in knowledge about any number of professions and trades except the one they are currently volunteering for. Anybody out there listening?

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Whittle Down the Weeds

Early summer is the time to trim back new growth sprouting from the stumps of sycamores felled in previous years. While the mature stand up at The Triangle (the four-ways junction south of Ferny Wood) looks magnificent lit by early morning rays, sycamores have the status of weeds in the park, mostly because they are not a native species. Brought in by the Romans (some say earlier), the species is a source of controversy along the lines of, “How long do I have to flippin’ live here before people consider me a local?”

An equally controversial activity at this time is pulling and destroying ragwort, a weed that is designated ‘injurious’ because it might poison somebody’s cherished gee-gee, should it decide to binge on a weed disgustingly bitter to even them. Under orders from DEFRA (via the councils), every year before it seeds we uproot this botanical vermin from verges and grasslands adjacent to pastures, and every year we have the same problem of disposal. The plant can be pulled and left to rot where it lies, but it cannot be dumped in a corporation skip, even if bagged. Large quantities from harvesting a field the size of East Pasture must be incinerated.

It appears the local authority firmly believe the Weeds Act (1959) legislates that they must seek and destroy the evil ragwort, in line with other ‘notifiable weeds’. Except ragwort isn’t a ‘notifiable weed’ (there is no such a thing in UK law) and the Act does not say any weed must be eliminate from anywhere. It only states that the Secretary of State can serve an enforcement notice on the occupier of land (the County) on which injurious weeds are growing – or it did, until the British Horse Society and a Private Member’s Bill waded in 50 years later.

The word count expended in the diverse codes of practice generated by the Ragwort Control Act is a wonder to behold. Once read, it is hard not to truly admire this humble ‘weed’, a source of wholesome nutrition for over 180 species yet a tummy ache waiting to happen for a couple of pampered others. One wonders how Dobbin made it through 3,000 plus years without protection from the horsey set at Whitehall?

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Give and Take

Thanks to the contacts of our last Site Manager, Steve Hume (now departed for more secure emplopyment), the park has a reciprocal arrangement with Bolsover Woodlands Enterprise (BWE). For a percentage of the take (in this case Sweet Chestnut), BWE bowl up with their portable saw mill, plank the wood on site, take it all away for seasoning, and return our share later for use in building park furniture.

Aside from their nifty piece of kit and evident expertise, what’s remarkable about this Derbyshire County Council project is the workforce. Other than the two paid workers on site, the team exclusively comprised individuals who have learning disabilities. The project engages 14 such lads and lasses each day on a variety of seasonal tasks. Some have chainsaw and/or strimmer tickets. On a job like ours, BWE’s cut of the day’s work is sold on, either as raw materials or finished furniture, the profit being ploughed back into the project. How brilliant is that (and there’s a pun in there somewhere)!?

The Sweet Chestnuts were felled from the stand right of Colliers Path as you walk away from Alex’ Lodge. Once again, our work attracted derisory comments from a member of the public proud to inform us that his ‘Bodger’ credentials were impeccable and he knew vandalism when he saw it. Once again, we tried to explain… actually, we didn’t, but rather agreed that, yes, we go to all this effort purely to satisfy a deep-seated need to slowly, bit by bit, destroy the planet!

There are any number of walks one can take in Nottinghamshire that meander through badly managed woods and copses where overcrowding has blocked out the light, spawning ground cover grossly short on variety. Light, the soul food of growth, is one of the main reasons we fell mature trees… end of!
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Odds and Ends

While the thrust of the volunteers’ work is seasonal, and will be repeated this time next year, we are frequently called upon to sort out emergencies, vandalisms, and un-programmed bits and bobs that enhance the public’s use and enjoyment of the park. If a tree falls (by virtue of wind, age, squirrel damage or suicide), blocking a path or desire line, call in the voles. If goddesses or sweat lodgers need a stack of chopped wood for their pow-wows, call in the voles. And if the Wild Things or school parties find a shortage of limbs in their play area for hanging a ‘bender’ off, we’re your gals and guys.

And we love it. Variety is probably what keeps most of us coming back, though the physical work and beautiful setting are right up there. In the past, we uncovered the Japanese Water Garden in the Bestwood Lodge Arboretum. We mended the fountain, using ye olde lime mortar. We’ve filled in holes in the Quarry, shafts over eight foot deep dug by kids yet to learn that sand has a tendency to fall in on itself. We’ve built steps, perimeter fences and enclosures. The list goes on.

Often these tasks require skills and techniques new to many voles, and those that have them invariably need more practice. They involve using tools with names like ‘shuv-holer’, ‘debarking iron’ and ‘tamper’, mundane equipment to the initiated but weirdly exotic to voles whose otherwise most commonly employed tool is a keyboard. There is something immensely satisfying about watching a new member master the wielding of a splitting axe and walk away on both legs!
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Spring Activity

Tree Felling in the Park

Hearing the disgruntled mutterings as the public stroll past, ignoring tree felling warning signs, it would seem people believe we cut down trees and clear areas of ground purely to satisfy some primitive urge to destroy the park’s natural beauty. In fact, if the full management programme could be properly executed, there would be a lot more felling than is presently possible.

The big operation to clear silver birches either side of the track up Second Valley aimed to establish a ‘ride’ that opened up vistas for the public to enjoy. The year before we broke our backs enlarging Millennium Heath, a secluded little patch to the east of the track that almost nobody knew about. Now trebled in size and extended down to the Second Valley track, it has been planted with heather and will mature into an idyllic spot where the sun can flex its rays.
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The new 'ride' down Second Valley
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Millennium Heath with the 'bund' left of photo
The seemingly ugly mound created at the foot of the heath is a ‘bund’ that provides a south-facing slope for invertebrates and mammals to lounge and prosper. Already bluebells have taken root on its brow.

A stiff climb south from Alex’ Lodge lies the well-established heath called Calluna Clearing. Immediately to the east we have felled, cleared and opened up more land to create a ‘glade’. This will not only encourage ground cover such as wild flowers, but also provides a link in a chain of different habitats known as a ‘mosaic’, an ideal feature of woodland management.

In both locations, the sneddings have been woven into substantial windrows, something the Monday voles are particularly skilled at. But opposite Calluna we have also built a large ‘habitat stack’ known (by us) as ‘Maggie’s Pyre’ - a fitting tribute to Thatcher’s passing on the day of its inception.

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The new 'glade' beside Calluna Clearing
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Three Ponds 'habitat stack'
There are several quietly rotting habitat stacks in the park. Contrary to what some owners of wood-burning stoves believe, these are not a free source of fuel but a vital aid to encouraging invertebrates and small mammals to set up home. In the area know as Three Ponds, just north of the kissing gate entrance to Big Wood, observant walkers will have noticed a well-rotted stack that merits closer inspection to fully appreciate the importance of establishing such piles. There is simply not enough rotting wood in the park for its own wellbeing.

Some of the felled trunks were sawn into standard lengths and sold to either merchants or the public at no great cost. The money collected will pay for the voles’ mid-summer and Christmas ‘barbies’, previously funded by the County until they decided they could no longer afford to thank us for our free labour.

A final tranche of felling can be seen adjacent to the ugly toilet block near Alex’ Lodge, raised after the old wooden one was razed. This has removed dangerously fire-damaged trees and cleared sight-lines so the next wanton destruction of a public facility can be nipped in the bud (hopefully).

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Watch this space for the new loos

The Mill Lakes

The work at Mill Lakes has mostly been to provide the public with vistas across the north-eastern tip of the lakes. On the Headland Peninsula we removed saplings and immature growth to open views across to the Grassy Bank opposite. Round the corner, immediately opposite the access gates, we fought an epic battle with a head-high stronghold of brambles that drew blood, yet again to provide walkers with an unimpeded aspect of the lakes, islands and wildlife.

At both the lakes and in the park, we have sadly wasted a lot of our time picking up litter and festering doggy bags. Next time anybody sees either being dropped or even carefully placed, please explain in no uncertain terms that there is not a Detritus Fairy who comes in the night…


WINDROWS

Essentially these are hand-built hedgerows… except they’re dead. Woven from the brash and sneddings of management activities, they provide habitat and communication corridors for creepy-crawlies, furry things and birds. They further facilitate an ecological means of controlling the movements of the worst predator on the planet, cutting off undesirable ‘desire lines’ (ad hoc footpaths) and containing equestrians who fancy themselves as High Plains Drifters. As with habitat stacks, they quietly rot to the park’s advantage.

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An example of a windrow

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