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Some of the Monday Voles hard at work
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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
Sap discolouring a recently felled Norwegian Maple
When sap oozes from a stump within moments of felling, Voles 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 ‘yoofs’ 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. Click on any of the following images to enlarge them
As the warm weather entices more ‘yoofs’ 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. Click on any of the following images to enlarge them
Stripping 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 that recently established round the adventure playground. Since what they left standing was neither use nor ornament, one of our tasks over the winter months was to jimmy off the slats, lever out the nails, dig out the uprights and smash off their concrete settings ready for recycling, or at least stashing the wood 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 needed, particular now the park is under-staffed
Bringing in the Light
Opening 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.
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.
Building 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 WEH 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.
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.
Trimming 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 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 which that has in turn enticed in.
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 which that has in turn enticed in.
Riders Without Horse Sense
Like cowboys surrounding an Amerindian encampment, Bestwood is ringed by liveries whose clients make recreational use of the park without paying a penny 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.
 Felling, 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. |
Blocking off and up the unwanted ‘desire
bridleway’ south of Calluna.
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Other Work
Rooting out a cherry tree that just isn’t
welcome near The Triangle.
Unlike our sister parks of Rufford, Dob and Sherwood, Bestwood escaped the winter storms relatively unscathed. Downed timber that blocked desire lines and paths was 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.
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.
The 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.
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.
Backbreaking 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 the 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.
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
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Perhaps the most pernicious consequence of this country’s relentless drive to sell off public services and 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 privatisation of a tip of Gaunt Hill, west 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. Predictably, and in the spirited tradition of Sherwood Forest’s outlaws, many saw the obstruction as simply a smidgen more exercise and, mounting the obstructions, continued across the now private land. The owners responded by building secondary lines of defence, and no doubt have razor wire and machine gun nests waiting in the wings to counter continued incursions by the public, all of which is their right. That the intricacies of the deal they negotiated to acquire the land remain a closely guarded secret at County Hall seems to have hardened walkers’ resolve to walk the walk, come what may. 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. It would have been the friendly thing for two influential members of the Friends of Bestwood to do, but they evidently felt what is theirs is theirs, full stop. Full Spring 2014 report from the Voles to follow soon. |
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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
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
Hand 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 spray will be discontinued next year, so once again we found ourselves pulling bracken by hand.
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 spray will be discontinued next year, so once again we found ourselves pulling bracken by hand.
Preparing 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 (see previous postings) or stacking logs.
In Khalsa Woods and south of Hanging Heath, much of this thinning is about removing sycamores, cherry and other unwelcomed species to buy space for veteran oaks to breathe.
In Khalsa Woods and south of Hanging Heath, much of this thinning is about removing sycamores, cherry and other unwelcomed species to buy space for veteran oaks to breathe.
The long and the short of humping logs.
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Pulling a Siccy (sycamore) in Khalsa Woods.
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Binding 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.
Rise 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. 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?
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. 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?
On a lighter note, the wizened and grumpy old voles have been delighted to count a young Trent University student among our number for the last few months. Emma is studying Ecology with a minor in keeping Sue McDonald sane and organized.
Her work placement has greatly amused the staff, who happily sit back and watched us pass on everything they’ve passed on to us over the years. But we like to think we’ve bestowed some deeper understanding upon her, if only how to handle wizened and grumpy old voles.
In this photo Sue McDonald keeping a close eye on Trent University Ecology student, Emma, as she gets to grips with a ‘gob cut’.
Her work placement has greatly amused the staff, who happily sit back and watched us pass on everything they’ve passed on to us over the years. But we like to think we’ve bestowed some deeper understanding upon her, if only how to handle wizened and grumpy old voles.
In this photo Sue McDonald keeping a close eye on Trent University Ecology student, 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.
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.
Tamping down to secure a new signpost
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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. Click on the photos to enlarge them. 
The final resting place of a corporately incorrect name-stone
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Extramural Activities
Once in a blue moon the Voles are 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 hedge-laying. 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 board-walks (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 except the one they are currently volunteering for. Anybody out there listening?
Click on the images below to enlarge them.
Recently, however, we were treated to an afternoon’s pond dipping from the Mill Lakes board-walks (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 except the one they are currently volunteering for. Anybody out there listening?
Click on the images below to enlarge them.
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 council), 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?
Click on the images below to enlarge them.
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 council), 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 Site Manager, Steve Hume, the park has a reciprocal arrangement with Bolsover Woodlands Enterprise. 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!
Click on the images below to enlarge them.
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 our work is seasonal, and will be repeated this time next year, the Voles 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, holes 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!
Click on the images below to enlarge them.
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, holes 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!
Click on the images below to enlarge them.
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. Last year 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.
Click on the images below to enlarge them.
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. Last year 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
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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 Alexandra (aka 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’ (branches cut from felled trees) have been woven into substantial ‘windrows’ (see info box below), 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 her passing on the day of its inception.
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A stiff climb south from Alexandra (aka 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’ (branches cut from felled trees) have been woven into substantial ‘windrows’ (see info box below), 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 her 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'
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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 well-being.
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 ever-anticipated new toilet block near Alex Lodge. 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). There are plans to turf the cleared area.
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A final tranche of felling can be seen adjacent to the ever-anticipated new toilet block near Alex Lodge. 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). There are plans to turf the cleared area.
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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…
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…
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An example of a windrow
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