Wednesday 28 April 2010

Wild Wood

Across Linford Brook, the wild Pinnick wood

Monday 26 April 2010

Sunday 25 April 2010

Nettles

A large brown Owl swoops from a branch directly above me, disturbed by my movement below its perch, it takes an effortless glide through the greening boughs of the surrounding trees to rest again unseen.  Holm Hill Enclosure is bursting into life, the recent sunny weather and last nights rain have brought out the leaf buds and the woodland is rapidly greening, filling out, all the views through the woodland are contracting, blurring, soon to disappear; the trees full of leaves will create dells and secret groves.  I stopped on a dry gravel bank, exposed as Highland Water has reduced to a shallow gentle flow, that said, there are some deeper stretches and where trees have fallen in to the stream deep holes have formed.  The banks of the stream are covered with the detritus of the winter floods; as the water has resided it has left a jumble of branches and stumps, frequently causing obstructions. On the gravel I laid a small fire; papery birch bark and dry fern for tinder, so wood shavings I collected in Pinnick wood and brittle dead birch twigs for kindling; half a dozen strikes and it was off.  The Bush craft muscle was exercised again by gathering Nettles for soup; at the site of Holm Hill Cottage, long since gone, two patches of nettles flourish; I've found it unusual to find nettle patches of any size in the forest, so these are a boon.  After a couple of nettle tops collected my fingers began to tingle as the formic acid got to work, I persevered until I had gathered sufficient for dinner; these nettles are strong and the tingling sensation will remain into tomorrow. The site of the old cottage has a distinctive scent due to the Eucalyptus trees, today it was complimented by the addition of the scent of cherry  blossom blooming nearby. 

Cart wheel

The metal rim of a wooden cart wheel endures far beyond the wheel; now laying half buried and forgotten against a particularly gnarly Holly tree, the rim is one of a few items which remain to indicate this site was once occupied. 

Friday 23 April 2010

Pinnick again

Cows with their calves graze the lush green belt between Pinnick Wood and Linford Brook, soaked throughout the winter, now green and verdant with fresh grass tops. The brook, now down to a slow and often very narrow shallow flow, teems with fry of varying sizes, startled by my approach into one of the deeper dark pools found in the meanders.  Pinnick wood is a wondrous place, ancient, managed and wild, the woodland feels alive, it exudes  history and sense of place; Oaks of mixed age , self seeded  and wild, share the spaces with Birch, Holly and other familiar shrub trees.  Lovely.

Thursday 22 April 2010

Wednesday 21 April 2010

Pinnick

Camp craft

It would appear some folk have been practicing camp craft skills in Pinnick Wood; two shelters were clearly visible, one particularly well made, the other only the skeletal frame, like a rib cage, remains.  The well made structure was serviceable, with room for 3 or 4 people to sleep comfortably and a good position at the entrance for a warming fire.  Close to the rib cage shelter is an arrow stuck in the ground at 45 degrees; the shaft is if straight holly, clearly distinguishable by its pale nature, attached to the piercing end of the arrow was a glow tube, used presumably for weight and possibly for retrieval, split feathers attached with tape acted as flights.  This is not the first time I've identified bush craft activities in these woods, although the serviceable shelter is the largest. 

Tuesday 20 April 2010

Monday 19 April 2010

Dear Deer

Noticeably over the past few years the Deer population has grown significantly; they have also become less alarmed by human activity and you can get closer to them than I've ever known.  This in part due to the reduction in culling, which used to be undertaken by rifle; this has mean the deconstruction of established shooting positions, sited in th trees adjacent to several open areas which fringe the woodland.  Here the remains have been sawn up; the hide must have been quite new when destroyed as remains of the carved notice are still clearly visible.  The notice read 'Not for public use', although I've often rested aloft the woodland, sat in a shooting position.

 There are still shooting positions throughout the forest, as with this one nearby beyond Warricks glade gutter.

Tanks alot

Second World War tank tracks run from the direction of the A35 through and the skirting the edge of Brinken Wood; more evidence of the forest wartime occupation.  I often question whether my interpretation of forest tracks (left by vehicles) is accurate; vehicle will have been used throughout the forest since their introduction and are still used during forestry work.  The tracks I interpret as World War 2 vehicle tracks exhibit certain features which set them aside from tracks representing forest activities: Their size corresponds with tracks from the Studland training area, used from 1939 to 1945; these tracks have been confirmed from aeriel photographs from 1946. The nature of the tracks, their paths, distribution and grouping don't conform to observed forestry practices. Often you have one or two well used tracks of some depth representing the passage of several vehicles traveling in the same direction, then the tracks diverge forming several shallower tracks representing vehicles traveling forward in a line. The tracks are old exhibiting well established plant communities.  It would be nice to see wartime aeriel photos of the area for confirmation.

Sunday 18 April 2010

Sunset pony

A softer light bathes early evening, throwing an orange hue over the forest landscape; the ponies easily blend in.

Fire Bow

The light was harsh in the forest, white and intense, the contrast set too high; although taken in a semi shaded dell, resting against a moss covered truck, the sun warmed through you and the gentle breeze, itself softly warm, breathed fresh life into the land.  No trails in the sky, just pure blue, less noise, the impact of human activity reduced, if only for a short while nature has a degree of respite. The honey pots I passed were thronged with the less adventurous enjoying a sanitized, post card view of the forest; and why not, it's just not for me, the less walked path, the quiet dell or secret grove, that's where I gravitate too.  New life is burgeoning, whether tadpoles developing or the small fry filling the brooks, all parts of the forest are blooming.  It's easy to become absorbed, lost in time and place, unaware for a moment of the wider world outside that moment; waking from your absorption, just slightly disorientated and taken a back.  At the base of an Oak, tucked away, I found the partial remains of a fire bow set I made last spring; if the remains are still serviceable I'll have a go next time I'm this way.  Around the forest, squirreled away, I've secreted all manner of useful materials.

Saturday 17 April 2010

Highland water

The lower reaches of Highland Water, where the small brook emanating in the high plateaus of the Forest at Ocknell, becomes a river; soon it will break from the seclusion of the woodland glades and emerge near Brockenhurst at the visitor honey pot of Balmer Lawn.  A few miles more and Highland water becomes the Lymington River and enters the Solent. 

Rough string in a stump

Friday 16 April 2010

Fletchers water

Black Water runs shallow and swift through Fletchers Thorns Enclosure (1829); exposed gravel beds testament to the reduced spring flow and its impact on this section of particularly shallow stream.  Partly this is the result of the forests ongoing program of stream restoration; the section above has been returned to its pre Victorian meandering course, whilst the broad section through the enclosure has had tonnes of gravel introduced, the stream wasn't that deep along this section prior to remodeling.  The stream is changed, the detritus of the winter has been washed, unheeded by obstructions, further down stream, where it narrows.  In some areas adjacent to the bank, some degree of clearing has taken place, opening up the canopy and the floor.  The wood and stream are particularly fresh and bright.  Black Water becomes Fletchers water as it exits Fletchers Thorns Enclosure (1829) and enters and extended open area of grassland and heather beds, the openness only punctuated by small clumps of Oak and shrub and the corridor of woodland that framed Fletchers water, as it takes its almost perfectly straight course.  

Two rivers meet


Two rivers meet, well two streams meet to become a river; east of Brockenhurst Fletchers Water joins Highland water.  Fletchers brook, still a narrow shallow gravel bedded brook, fast moving and light, truncates the site of a Medieval hunting lodge prior to its merging with the deeper and slower moving Highland water. 

Thursday 15 April 2010

Western Skunk Cabbage

Western Skunk Cabbage (Lysichiton americanus),  is a plant usually found in the swamps and wet woods, along streams and in other wet areas of the Pacific Northwest of America. There are several discreet patches, of a couple of plants, in the damp woodland the borders Mill Lawn Brook as it passes through the broad stream valley.  

Rubbish!

I was faced on arrival in the forest with sight of disposable BBQ detritus spread liberally about; what's wrong with these frak wits, they make the effort to get out to the forest, presumably because they find the natural surroundings congenial, then leave the same place in a state.  As I continued walking I was struck by more rubbish and made a note to self to remember a bin bag next time.  Visiting the young isolated Oak, whose surrounding supplied many Ceps in autumn, I found that the Oak continued to provide... at the base of the trunk, caught in low shrubbery, was a recycled bin bag, new and folded.  A sign? I set about collecting any rubbish I could access as I processed; the bag filled.  Picking up the paper came naturally, although collecting bottles and cans was accompanied by a strange mix of feelings,  including guilt; I knew that clearing up was right, although my profession is involved with searching for ancient rubbish to interpret, analyze and learn from and here I was removing it from the record for future archaeologists.  Funny how your mind wanders. 


The sun was warm and bright, the colours vivid, contrasting.  Red Rise Brook flowed clear, no longer the torrent of the previous seasons, now clear waters moved briskly over gravel beds, occasionally forming dark pools around tree stumps and bends in meanders.  The ponies looked happier with the improvement in weather as the grazed the brook banks. 

Wednesday 14 April 2010

Tuesday 13 April 2010

Highland water; Great Huntley Bank

Highland Water is the only stream in the forest to retain the same name for the entirety of its length.

Monday 12 April 2010

Winking Berry

The spring is really here, the forest is coming into bloom, slowly at first but it's blooming.  The Sloes are coming into flower and adding colour to the landscape drained of diverse colour for so long. 

Sunday 11 April 2010

Saturday 10 April 2010

Wood Sorrel

Wood Sorrel which favours growing in damp woodland areas is used in herbal medicine to heal wounds and to reduce fever.

Eyeworth

Eyeworth wood is an area ancient woodland where giant aging Oak and Beech jostle amongst younger pretenders and the thick clumps of smaller tree species which huddle around them; the wood is dense, shrubs and trunks, bramble and thicket, impassable in places for tree debris, much of which dates back to uncleared victims of the '87 storm.  Adjacent  to the natural randomness of ancient wood is the order of Island Thorns.  Island Thorns Enclosure (1854) has been thinned over the last couple of years, the regularly spaced adolescent Oaks given space to grow and mature; the enclosure takes on a less formal air.  The creators of these great enclosures must have had belief in their wooden ship technology and that it would endure, as growing timber for ship building is a long game, covering several generations.  The enclosure, as ship building timbers, was outdated almost at the time of its creation; by the end of the 19th century iron was cheap enough to take the place of wood in hull construction, although wood remained favoured as decking. Island Thorns Oaks are tall, straight and true, and would have surely made for fine globe trotting ships.  The difference between the enclosed and the ancient woodland is striking.  We follow the path of Latchmoor brook, now nothing more than a very light flow compared with the bank busting torrent of winter. 
A large herd of deer, containing several young stags, grazes the lush green emerging shoots of spring; more alert than usual, they spook easily and can only be viewed from a distance. 

Friday 9 April 2010

Beechs

Even by 0900 the woods were warm, bathed in rich bright spring sunlight; the woods felt clean, fresh, renewed and full of vigor and possibility. The tree top orchestra is in full swing, a full range of pitch and melody are offered up; the calls are mesmerizing and I listen to see if I can discern any patterns, any conversations amongst the brush telegraph; alas the more I focused the more I lost, so I stopped listening and just enjoyed the flow. Beautiful light.  

 

Thursday 8 April 2010

St Albans Head


Trying to describe the coast today would be beyond me, yet still I'll try. The best day of the year so far, the spring has possibly sprung; the sky was clear and blue, the sea glistened, reflecting the suns rays like crystal glass and the air was clean and fresh. Chapmans Pool was serene, the seas almost still as we descended between in crack in the cliff face above the the small secluded bay and made our way, with some difficulty, through the undergrowth and along an under cliff animal track; still a good 80m above sea level. Deer, previously unseen , spooked by our arrival, darted from cover and made their way around the headland ahead of us and bird song filled the air. The going is hard, footing unstable and steep; but the views, the views are all you'd expect and desire from the Jurassic Coast. St Albans Head is the high point, 102m AOD, the detritus of quarrying and the wartime Radar and gun emplacements litter the scree which flows down the steep slope to jumbled boulders and the sea. Stunning.

Wednesday 7 April 2010

Red Shoot Wood

Song Thrush

Red Shoot Wood is filled with the most exquisite bird song as individuals and couples compete to be heard.  A wood peckers repetitive drilling sounds out from a high bough in a mighty Oak; as I approach it  takes flight deeper into the woodland; it's a 'Spotted Woodpecker', great or lesser I can't tell.  I stop a while and take in the sounds in the bright spring sun. The trees are old and gnarly, misshaped by time and elements, some more shell than solid tree, with hollow hearts and yet still foliage in their crowns.  Age and size range of trees is wide ranging, self seeded young and adolescent to the mature,  some must be 4 or 5 m in circumference, history trees. A sense of permanence, of place and of timelessness is tangible in these woods, their form and shapes created by nature...a 'Wild Wood'.   A 'Song Thrush' egg has hatched, the first egg I've seen this year; its colour vivid compared withe faded hues of its surroundings. 
 

Tuesday 6 April 2010

Nemesis

Millar and Mc Nivens Nemesis introduces us to a violent criminal mastermind out looking for challenges, and finding a worthy opponent in a police officer in the US.

Old Enclosure

Was drawn back to the Old Enclosure, the colours, the shapes, the sounds and that which can't be explained.

Monday 5 April 2010

Old Burley


The woods had a mischievous feel to them, playful and full of life, it could be the bright sun that dances through between the trees when the breaks in the mottled cloud sky allow, so refreshing, so needed; or it could be the wind which resides at tree top level, flittish and skittish it makes eerie sounds as it rushes past. The light through the tree cast new shadows, playing tricks, giving false perceptions, creating mythagos amongst the myriad of illuminated trunks; the forest comes alive. Burley Old Enclosure is pure magic, its antiquity and long established place in the landscape is tangible; it's a place of real presence.  The trees are tall and majestic, Oaks and Beech, small under story trees, amongst them,  Holly, Yew and Sliver Birch flourish in the enclosures open woodland. The floor of the enclosure is littered with the fallen of many decades, limbs, boughs and trunks lay discarded all about; there are fallen trees, which remain substantial, although succumbing to stormy winds over twenty years ago, many older conflicts too.  The woods are vibrant. 

Des?

Moss which had been obscuring some World War 2 graffiti has either weathered or been removed by wildlife, revealing the complete graffiti. It now appears to d read either 'DES 1944' or 'DRS 1944'. Also revealed is another, more elaborate, piece of graffiti; unfortunately the nature of the localized growth on the tree, it is all but obscured.  I know there is more, or was more, graffiti amongst these mature Oaks and Beech; I remember seeing it, maybe 20 years ago and remarking that it represented both American and British wartime graffiti ( I can't remember how I could identify the nationality, but I could).  As yet, I can't find it.   

Sunday 4 April 2010

Out of Range

The forest holds many mysteries, tucked away from the crowds deep into the hinterland or hidden right under your nose, or out of the way just enough to be missed.  A strange brick built nook, nestled at the base of a fern covered hill, is one such mystery; at first it appears out of context with its surroundings, purposeless.  Although, on further investigation one finds it's associated with the remains of an adjacent firing range butt.  It was used by target  spotters and changers to shelter whilst firing was underway.  The nature of the brick work and building style suggests that it was constructed either in the late 19th or early 20th centuries; it was certainly used during both World Wars. On the exposed ground surfaces around the butts .303, 45 cal and 38 cal projectiles are bountiful and I'm certain that if the firing platforms could be identified, cases could be retrieved. If you didn't know these features were here you could easily pass them every day on any of the nearby paths.    

Hengistbury WW2

Dense mists drift in from the sea, cold and clinging, blanketing all before them; softening the multifarious, multicoloured, cliffs which rise up from a boulder strewn beach mauled by powerful white breakers which thundered ashore relentlessly.  Hengistbury Head, a long finger of low heathland and grassland leading to a prominent headland over looking both bays,  has always been a site of human activity from the Mesolithic hunters camp on the top of the head to a World War 2 gun battery and training ground.  As the head rises from the broad low promontory, of which it is the culmination, some shallow depressions near the cliff edge have been filled with concrete fragments of World War 2 features; this section of the cliff is eroding revealing the fill, the number of fragments and the angles of the visible faces, appears to suggest the fill represents more than one feature. The concrete fragments now lay tumbled down the cliff side, coming to rest at the base.  I've often wondered why we show so little care and consideration to World War 2 monuments and features;  and yet we rave on about older monuments, frequently describing them as defining some aspect of being 'British', when surely the war period, it's monuments, it's make do in the face of adversity attitudes is so definitively 'British'.

Friday 2 April 2010

Wood Ants

Blackenford Brook

Blackenford Brook tears through North Oakley (1843) and Anderwood (1811) enclosures as it races from the rain soaked plains of the forest hinterland; brown, stained with peat, the brook is a force; Jeckle and Hyde, a normally benign ambling babbling brook, shallow and peaceful, now a dangerous torrent, deep, swift, impassable and a barrier. These woodland waterways can be deceptive. 

Thursday 1 April 2010

Flares

The submarine pen at Ashley Cross, and the area around it, has been subject to controlled heather and gorse burning; this has cleared the mound, giving a better view of it as well as exposing the ground surface.  Amongst the resulting ashes several World war 2 artifacts could be identified; fragments of ordinance, some substantial and  the bakerlite cap of a trip flare.  The cap reads 'Flare trip wire MK1, 9/43, code mark N149', interestingly this type of trip flare, used by the British up until the late 1970's early 1980's, is still manufactured in India, if it ain't broke, I suppose.

Crater


I've mentioned before the Ashley Ranges in the north of the forest, the area is pock marked by craters of varying sizes, from a meter or two in diameter to 7 or 8m.  On the heathland plain of Leaden Hall are two particularly large craters.  Leaden Hall was a massive bomb testing target known as,  No. 2 Wall Target, a target wall stood off centre in a circular area and was used to test bombs; all that remains today of the huge reinforced concrete structure is grassed area in the definable shape of the concrete apron which was removed in 1991.  The military still use the area today;  helicopters, Apache and Lynx,  often train abouts, coming down low, hugging the contours of the land. 

Ditchend Brook

A day of some contradiction, thin ice clung to several shallow puddles out on the exposed heathland of Leaden Hall, threatening grey clouds bubbled on the horizon  as a radiant spring sun shone and a pair of entwined Adders bathed on Hampton Ridge.   Along the grassy banks of Ditchend Brook you could be mistaken for thinking that spring was truly here as the waters shimmered in the gentle sun.  Strange days indeed.