Tuesday 30 September 2014

The Head


Canutian enterprises

Canutian enterprises are being undertaken along Hengistbury Head, some at the end of the Double Dykes, with some major works taking place at the long end groyne. I've called then Canutian enterprises because they've got about as much chance of holding back the sea as he did. Climate change is changing everything; more storms, stronger storms, rising sea levels all are conspiring to challenge what we've known, to challenge our status quo. That said, our status quo needs challenging, it's its continuation and our reluctance to change our ways and habits that have brought us to this place. But we have command of our futures, if only we realized it, we can change our ways, live a little humbler and avert the coming global catastrophe. Though, I fear we shall not and instead continue to try and hold back the inevitable as we're trying to hold back the sea.  

Monday 29 September 2014

Ghost Stags

Maybe it's because they're white and they understand that they stick out somewhat amongst the greens and browns of the forest, I don't know, but the forests white Deer appear far more alert than their regularly coloured companions. These white Deer are often referred to as 'Judas' Deers as they will give away the presence of the herd; once spotted you'll always see more regularly coloured Deer around them, who you'd have otherwise passed unknowingly. They are beautiful to behold though and still rare enough to be a treat. White Fallow Deer are still relativity uncommon in the forest though they have become more frequent over the last few years or so. This one is still quite young by the look of him. They appear like ghosts of Deers past amongst the stands and possess a magical otherworldly quality.

Sunday 28 September 2014

Hedgehogs

Well I never! With the forest still on the dry side of arid, I'd not expected to come across these today and not in such quantities; though the woods were kind to me. Here we have the Hedgehog mushroom (Hydnum repandum). If we lived on the continent we'd see these beauties regularly for sale, prized for their taste and the fact there are no poisonous lookilikes. Hedgehogs are one of my particular favourites. An sub rounded, uneven cap, apricot, to salmon pink to light golden retriever in colour, unlike any other group Hydnums have spines not gills or pores, they grow often in linear groups, will frequently reappear in roughly the same locations year on year and are found in both coniferous and deciduous woodlands. I picked a good quantity, about 450g; some for a risotto, some for breakfast, some for drying and I can tell you there were many many more about. Get looking, they're so worth collecting. 

Saturday 27 September 2014

Acorns!

I read in the newspaper that acorns were in short supply this year, after a bumper crop last year.  You know, I've been so taken with what is about, bumper crops of berries and such, that I'd not noticed the bare Oaks.  Maybe, a reverse case of not seeing the wood for the trees. So I headed out into an area of the forest I knew had a high Oak population, and do you know what? The article was right. I walked for 4 miles through mature woodland and didn't see one acorn, not one acorn! I don't think we'll be seeing the pigs in the forest this year, pannage will be out of the question. It could just be part of the normal cycle of things, good years, bad years. I hope so.

Friday 26 September 2014

Yew Berries

The Yew tree (taxus baccata) is easy to spot in the forest. A rick dark evergreen shrouded in mystery and folklore it has long had an association immortality and reincarnation, due possibly to it's longevity, commonly living up to 600 years and with some reaching up to 1000 years. Often found growing in graveyards, planted by Christians as a symbol of everlasting life, it had great spiritual importance long before their coming and is common in ancient lore. They are common, if not prolific, in some areas of the forest. A tree of the dead. All parts of the tree are toxic, except they say the red flesh of the berry, not the seed, just the red flesh; I've never tested that out though. Although I've thought about it more that once, the toxicity of the tree puts me off; I've seen it suggested that it's also alright to collect fungi, such as Chicken of the woods, which can grow on the Yews rich red trunk, I wouldn't eat that either. The leafs are the most toxic part of the tree, so much so that when dried their potency actually increases! All that said, when fruiting the dark green of the needles leafs and the bright red of the berries creates a striking mix in woodland where the other trees are fading as autumns progresses. Just remember the Yew has an association with the dead not just because of its longevity, but also it's toxicity and deserves our respect. 

Thursday 25 September 2014

Sweet Chestnut

The Sweet Chestnuts (Castanea sativa) are beginning to fall, a touch earlier than in recent years, though the ones I've seen are well developed and browned off.  They are not as you might think a native of our shores, and are believed to have been brought here by the Romans, though they've been her long enough to become naturalized. Spiky buggers when trying to open and collecting, they're well worth the effort as the nuts are delicious and versatile.  The nuts, once peeled and the pith (rather  astringent) removed, can be boiled, roasted, used as stuffing or paste, ground into flour and made into bread, cakes or used as a thickener; also like many other nuts an oil can be extracted from them. Another of natures autumn gifts.

Wednesday 24 September 2014

Sundown

Autumns reign is now set and the evening skies reflect this.

Tuesday 23 September 2014

Mabon


The Sun now slowly waning,
second harvest's at our door.
With nature so fecundate,
she gives us gifts galore.

Our Goddess stands before us
her bounty clear to see
The fruits and nuts of harvest
hang low from every tree

Take a moment in reflection,
on what has gone before.
Give thanks for all our blessings,
we couldn't ask for more.

Mabon, Autumn equinox, second harvest, the fruit harvest and nature has certainly been bountiful this year.  The berry bushes are flushed with coloured fruits, Hazel nuts and Beech nuts bow the boughs of their hosts and Crab Apple trees, common in the forest, covered in fruits to a degree not usually seen. Mabon is a time to give thanks, not just for the fruits of harvest time, but also for the fruits of our labours in other spheres of life. With luck the plans we hatched at Imbolc and Beltaine will have come or are coming to fruition. Mabon blessings to all.

Monday 22 September 2014

Fly Agaric

Unless you're on a shamanic journey, going Viking or have a desire to visit the crazy world of Arthur Brown the Fly Agaric is certainly not one for the pot. This little beauty, one of the first I've seen this season, has a lovely pattern on it though.

Sunday 21 September 2014

Her chuch not made by hands

Many years ago, I first heard the Waterboys song 'A church not made by hands' and the line 'Her church not made by hands' particularly got me thinking and created an enduring image in my mind. I understood those lyrics or at least what those lyrics meant to me. In the same year, 1984, I'd been to the Stonehenge festival, a festival which was to have a profound effect on several aspects of my life. There I'd witnessed the Druids on the Summer Solstice morning as they processed to the stones and held their ritual, I was moved spiritually by those events, a door had been opened for me. I didn't know it but that morning had awoken me to the direction my spiritual path would lead; an epiphany if you like. I knew nothing of paganism at the time, though felt plenty. Hearing songs like 'A church not made by hands' re-enforced my feelings, giving me an early framework during the development of my an understanding of paganism, and for me, the Goddesses relationship with nature, and my deepening reverence for the natural world. The song and it's lyrics remain with me and I often find them replayed in my head when immersed in natures beauty, as I was today walking through Red Rise Shade following the course of the Rises winding Brook.  The Goddess I feel most connection with is Flidais, pronounced 'Flee-dish or Flee-dash' a Celtic Goddess, member of the Tuatha Dé Danann and akin to Diana and Artemis of classical pantheons, a Goddess and manifestation amongst other things of woodlands and of nature. I'm always aware of her in the wild places, in the beautiful places, when immersed in woodland, in all the seasonal changes and in the places less visited found off, as Peck put it, the roads less traveled. As with all nature, we humans have the potential to create great beauty; though our efforts will always pale when compared to diversity and beauty found in the simple structures and forms created by wider nature. Her church is indeed not made by hands.

Saturday 20 September 2014

Knowlton Mabon

As always the good folk of the Dorset Grove held a lovely open ritual at Knowlton Henge; this time for Mabon or Autumn Equinox. Beautiful people of good heart, a beautiful location on a site used for ritual activities for at least 5000 years and a genuinely positive and uplifting energy meant, as has become customary, a powerful ritual. Always inclusive, the order encourages visitors to the site who just happen to be there at the time to participate if they wish; many do and clearly appreciate the opportunity and enjoy the experience. I've been following a pagan path for 25 years and have attended plenty of rituals over those years, held by plenty of different groups and orders and would say that the Dorset Groves rituals are some of the fullest, most comprehensive, engaging and well rounded rituals I've been to.  Always a real pleasure. Thank you Dorset Grove folk.

Friday 19 September 2014

The Lake

Not a lake as the name would suggest, but the name of the stream which runs through Hill Bottom towards Chapmans Pool through a deep thickly wooded ravine. The ravine is hard to access and most probably private land. Though I've walked the area many many times I've never followed the streams secret and hidden course. Slow and shallow flowing now, though during the winter months the water rushes through and around the twists and turns of this hidden place. I'm always excited by exploring new places. A good day.

Thursday 18 September 2014

Emmet Hill

The last few years have seen an increasing magnitude and frequency of land slides along the Purbeck coast and the slopes below Emmet Hill adheres to this trend.

Mollys Garden

The land below Houns Tout has no name on modern maps, although was once known as Mollys Garden. Who Molly was or why she had a garden here is lost to time; well to me anyway. The land is a rough and ready mix of landslide, rock fall and rough grasses with hollows filled with bramble and course shrubs along with any variety of spiky plant; as I found out trying to make it to the remains of the old carriage drive build below the cliff built by the Earl of Eldon to link Chapmans Pool to Encombe. All that can really be seen of this route is a entrance cutting on the Chapmans Pool side. I was hoping to find some evidence of its course, although I understand most evidence has been truncated by slides over the years. I think I'll have to try another angle next time. 

A the base of Molly Garden, just above the shore are the remains of a small, though sturdy building of stone. The walls of the building would have been about 0.4m or so thick, with a nicely cut stone slab floor, the interior would have been about 4m by ?m. The last figure of ?m is such as much of the building has been truncated at the shore end, so the shape of the building is uncertain; it could have been square, although it is more likely to have been rectangular as with several of the building around Chapmans pool.  A good spot with fine views, it's clearly used as a wild camp site or fishermans camp, with a well used fire pit and a good supply of gathered drift wood. 

Egmont Point

Although the day was for the most part warm and sunny, sea mists were frequently rolling in and out causing visibility to be periodically reduced, not to the point where you couldn't see the landmarks, but to where they were shrouded enough to deny you detailed definition. The sea at Egmont Point was calm, only gently lapping between the rocks which litter the foreshore, rocks which once crowned Houns Tout high above. Calm today in the sun but in stormy weather this stretch of coast can be treacherous and unforgiving.

Wednesday 17 September 2014

A walk in the woods

A walk in the woods, a communion with nature and a way of escaping the overwhelming and all invasive noise and mental clutter of modern life.  A time to be alone with your thoughts or even better an opportunity for mindfulness and just being in the moment. Burly Old Enclosure has always held a special place in my heart, it's in one of a group of roams I walk with some frequency. One of the older Enclosures, 122 acres enclosed in 1700, and you can sense its longstanding. A mix of mainly mature straight Beech destined for the admiralty yards, Oak and where the under story allows or, where the canopy has been opened to the light by a falling leviathan, a range of shrub trees. When the canopy is full it's like being in a mighty natural cathedral, you look about and upwards with wonder. A special place. 

Monday 15 September 2014

Autumn evening clouds

It's funny really, we watch sci-fi films which woo us with representations of strange, colourful and wonderful alien worlds. Though we tend to be blasé and ignore the wonders which our world has to offer and which play out all about us every day. Take the sky for example, every day a unique shifting canvas of incredible shapes, textures and, man, those fabulous colours; although how many people take notice? Take the time to stop and emerge yourself, I guarantee you'll be filled with awe and find yourself smiling. You've got to love nature.

Sunday 14 September 2014

Another Cep

Though there are some Ceps (Boletus edulis) about, I've not found them in any great quantities around my usual mushroom roams; of course that could just be me. Ones or twos appear the order of the day and although I'm tempted I tend not to pick them when they're so sparse on the ground. I don't know, it feels wrong. The ground appears to be the problem, it's dry, it's really dry, it feels and sounds like you're walking over rice crispies (other cereals are available) for the most part; nothing like the usual sodden walks you'd associate with mushroom season. Still, I maybe being a bit previous again as it's still early days and the weather wizards are forecasting some rain for next week. Ceptember may yet materialize.

Saturday 13 September 2014

Cauliflower fungus

I came across three clumps of cauliflower fungus (Sparassis crispa) in the same area of woodland, which was quite unusual as in the past I've found them to be isolated, usually only finding a single clump on a wide ranging walk.  It's always worth remembering where you've seen this fungus as, if treated with respect and not completely removed, it will return for several years (although maybe not every year).  Commonly found at the base of coniferous trees, usually Scots Pine, the cauliflower fungus is unmistakable and a tasty treat, although it does take some preparation as the numerous folds will contain woodland debris and insects it's well worth the effort. Medicinally, studies suggest that the cauliflower fungus may contain substances which aid the immune system, which is always good.

Friday 12 September 2014

Dry Stone

There must a dry stone walling program in progress in Purbeck as the fresh clean lines of new walls can be seen all over. Here, like a puzzle or a Lego construction, all the pieces of stone have been sorted and lined up ready for use. It's really cool to see this old skill being reinvigorated, ensuring the craft of dry stone work continues for at least another generation. More of these 'real' skills and crafts need to be saved from extinction, it's them that make up much of the fabric of our rural cultural environment, dry stone walling, thatching, hedge laying, woodland management and so much more. I stood and looked for a while at who carefully each stone had been laid, how much thought and preparation had gone into the job and thought of the pride which was being taken in a job well done.

Tilly Whim cliffs

Even though the day was calm the sea threw up quite a swell below Tilly Whim caves.

Shaft

The hills above Swanage are like Swiss cheese, riddled with the shafts and tunnels of the long gone booming industry which grew the town, only the remnants of which remain and don't reflect the real extent of what went before. According to some local elders, this shaft on the Townsend Nature Reserve was renovated some years back, the entrance stabilized with some beautiful dry stone walling and although an ironwork gate was fitted for safety, you could still view the interior. Though shortly after some vandals broke through the gate and trashed the inside of the mine, which still contained machinery and equipment. After that the site was fenced off, fell back into neglect and at one point the shaft could no longer be seen for invasive plants and shrubs; again a couple of years ago the foliage was cleared, but as you can see, it encroaches again.  It's sad when history is vandalized and neglected, it's sad that communities lose contact with their pasts. Eventually, the shaft, it's place in local history and the folk that toiled there will be forgotten.

Thursday 11 September 2014

Millwall

Another new graffiti category for me... football graffiti.  Maybe it's my disdain for football culture, but unlike most of the other graffiti I find I just see this a tagging, like a dog pissing on a lamp post. You could rightly argue that all graffiti is tagging of a kind, marking time, events, loves, bands and so much more, the categories are endless. Maybe it's because Millwall supporters have a particular reputation for senseless violence with right wing associations, sporting firms (gangs) like the F-troop and Bushwackers. I don't know, but I reacted unusually negatively towards this graffiti; I suppose more than other graffiti I've found it has genuinely negative values associated with it.

Wednesday 10 September 2014

Beef Steak fungus

On the older, more established, Oaks in the forest the Beef steaks (Fistulina hepatica) are out and about, I've seen a few developing over the last few day. Still young and fresh, they're just right for the cooking.  Though it should be noted that as they grow on oaks they can be bitter (more so with age) as they leech tannic acid from their host.  So before cooking it's advisable to boil Beef steak fungus in water, changing the water several times, to removed some of the bitterness before adding them to stews and casseroles or drying them for future use.


Tuesday 9 September 2014

Miz-Maze

Tucked away, set in a magical Yew woodland grove, atop the chalk hills of the Hampshire Wiltshire border, Breamore Miz-maze is a wondrous place to visit and I imagine even more wonderful if you stumble upon it unawares. The current Miz-maze is said to date to the Medieval, though there is some speculation that this maze is on the site an older maze maybe stretching back into prehistory. It's certainly situated on a prominent hilltop and there's a Bronze Age barrow adjacent and many other prehistoric sites nearby. What ever the date, there is no doubt that this place has a lovely atmosphere and energy; some quiet time spent here is time well spent.

Monday 8 September 2014

A berry good year

It's certainly looking like a very good year for hedgerow fruits; Elder, Haw, Sloe and Rose-hip bejewel our hedgerows and shrub land. I don't remember seeing such large numbers of Haws on the trees or such large Sloes, they too in great quantities. With such bumper crops available, jams, sauces and wines should be on the agenda of many a bush craft and wild food enthusiast. Some folklore suggests this is natures way of preparing her inhabitants for a harsh winter to come. Here's hoping. We could do with a good crisp winter.

Sunday 7 September 2014

Hollow trees

There is a group of mature Beech in Whitley Wood, an area of ancient semi natural woodland, which are all hollow. Strange I thought that all the trees in the group had gone the same way, it's common to find hollow trees, but no so so many together. I wonder what factors were at play here? Although their heart wood has long gone and light can be seen through the fissure in their trunks, they appear to be doing well, with thick healthy looking canopies. Nature's great isn't she.

Friday 5 September 2014

Holly

The boughs of forest Hollies hang low with berries this year, I can't remember a season where the trees have had so many berries on them. Although still mainly green, they're starting to yellow and hints of orange can be made out on some as they continue their journey to the deep red berries with associate with the winter season and Yule.

Wednesday 3 September 2014

Ceptember?

Easy now, steal yourself, it's only one Cep, one lovely Cep I agree but as we well know from previous mushroom seasons...one Cep does not make a risotto or even a breakfast. Though, I have to hope that this could be the start of Ceptember.

Tuesday 2 September 2014

It’s the End


 Photo by Bridget McKenzie from NY Times article

An interesting article and well worth a read for those weary of standing against environmental or social wrongs and the endless onslaught of bad news in the media, and who are struggling to continue to remain positive whist things appear only to be getting worse.

It’s the End of the World as We Know It . . . and He Feels Fine

http://www.nytimes.com/2014/04/20/magazine/its-the-end-of-the-world-as-we-know-it-and-he-feels-fine.html?smid=fb-share&_r=0

Monday 1 September 2014

Turning time

September's arrived and with it autumn. Already some of the trees are starting to show elements of the raft of colours which will soon cloth the forest trees. Rich colours, through faded greens and vivid oranges and yellows, to the deepest of russet browns. The forest is beautiful at any time, though autumn is particularly magical and as always I look forward to embracing it.