Back to birch

Today was another spent at Wybunbury Moss with Crewe & Nantwich Conservation Volunteers.  We were out in the very centre of the Moss clearing birch trees and then treating the stumps left behind.  With the fair weather and no sign of rain, it was one of the first chances we’ve had to take advantage of the newly acquired skills in the group for applying herbicide.  Without treating the stumps, the birch would simply regrow and we would end up with even more trees to clear in a few years time.  The herbicide is painted onto stumps and is therefore very localised and only affects the individual trees rather than the wider environment.

Whilst we had fewer people than usual, we still managed to clear a good-sized area of birch but unfortunately there is a huge area to go at and we’ll not doubt be back at the task over the next few months (and probably years!).


The Malverns – A very English autumn

Last weekend I had an autumn breather staying in a cottage beneath the Malvern Hills. Standing so clear above the flat Severn Valley to their east, the hills catch the eye even at some distance. Passing the hills when driving down the M5 numerous times in the past, for a while they had been on my UK bucket-list of places to stay.

I took the scenic route from my south Cheshire home – out to Shrewsbury and then winding my way down the A49 and on to Church Stretton, Ludlow, Leominster and Ledbury. I left the main roads and approached the cottage through the small village of Colwall Green and then down a narrow single-track, high-hedged lane. At the end of what used to an old farmyard stood the Threshing Barn, converted into a rustic retreat. The outside was a pure old world agricultural building but in stepping through the front door I entered somewhere special. I first passed a small farmhouse kitchen and then into a cloister-like corridor; this then led to a room not unlike a medieval banqueting hall with large dining table and sitting area all beneath the beams leading up to the full height of the barn – a quite spectacular room for a weekend retreat.

My plan was to get up early on the Saturday morning and to walk up to the Malvern Hills, only a kilometre away and then wander along their length to see where else the day took me. I was so glad that I had set my alarm when I stepped out of the door. The sun had already risen but was hanging low in the sky, shining through the trees and sparkling off the dew heavy grass. A mistiness was hanging in the air as I set off up the narrow lane, passing more timber-framed houses and barns. The bright light of the morning picked out the changing colours of the leaves as the greens were turning into reds, ambers and yellows. Up into the fields, gradually increasing the incline, my boots soon became wet from the grass and I nearly slipped over walking across a damp footbridge into the woods. The sun now shone into the pines, showing beams in the wooded mist and picking out cobwebs hanging between branches and twigs. I strode out onto the top road for a moment, having made good progress up the hill, and then stepped onto the last track to climb to the first summit of the day. Breaking the crest, the views opened up all around, a 360 degree vista over the flat valley to the west and rolling hills to the east, the Malverns reaching out both to the north and south.

I made my way north to Pinnacle Hill, Jubilee Hill, Perseverance Hill, Summer Hill, Worcestershire Beacon, Sugarloaf Hill and finally North Hill – all clear peaks in the Malvern chain. The weather improved all day with clear blue skies with a few small white clouds by mid-afternoon – all very summer-like and not the middle of autumn. I thought about retracing my steps after lunch but decided to form a circuit by heading down off the hills and into the lower rolling lands to the west. There I found sheltered pastures and quiet woodlands with small hamlets and villages hidden in the folds. I eventually came back to where I started but couldn’t resist a final hill of the day and went up Herefordshire Beacon with its old defensive earthworks clear to see. As I got to the top, the weather could be seen closing in from the south, large dark clouds starting to obscure the light and threaten rain. Dropping down into the valley, I made it back to the Barn just in time as the rain came on.

The overall sense I had throughout the day was just how English, typically English, the area is – the autumn colours in the woodlands and the changing of landscapes from flat valleys to steep hills and to rolling countryside; the villages of timber-framed houses with well kept gardens, the cricket pitches and narrow lanes; the red telephone boxes and post boxes and the country pubs. In a country that is changing fast in so many ways, the Malverns and the surrounding lands seem to have a sense of a constant, an unchanging way. Despite the M5 and M55 being so near, and large towns being only short distances down those roads, the pace of life seems slower, the traffic less and the time stood still – all except the seasons, with the colours of one of the brightest being on show.

As the sun set on my last evening there I headed back up to the top of the hills…


Back to burning trees!

I spent this morning with Crewe & Nantwich Conservation Volunteers (CNCV) out at Wybunbury Moss doing a task for Natural England.  I missed the last task two weeks ago, and with the early weather looking sparkling, I was keen not to miss another.


The group is a frequent visitor to the Moss and we have worked in today’s particular spot a few times over the past couple of years.  We were removing trees to soften the edge where the woodland meets wet pastureland on the outside of the Moss.  The strip that we have cleared so far has transformed over the summer, turning from a big patch of mud to an area of lush reeds and regrowing coppice.  This regrowth of the understorey plants will provide good habitats for breeding birds over the coming years but we will no doubt have to return to the cleared areas every so often to cut it back again.


Unfortunately, I could only stay for the morning – I had work to do – but at least I could go out for part of the day and enjoy the first fire of the autumn, it had been a while!