Mogshade

Lightning Tree

Hidden in plain sight, isolated on an open heathland slope, a hollowed lightning tree; an mature Oak with a blackened core, but a thriving shell.  It's position, alone in the open, would make it an ideal conductor, a magnet for lightning. I have walked the place many times, yet this tree has never revealed itself before. The forest never ceases to surprise.

Gnarly wood

Clean Cut

In recent weeks they've been cutting more sections of Markway Enclosure, a rather recent enclosure in forest terms only created in 1959, clear cutting coniferous stands and thinning deciduous ones.  The clearance has dramatically altered the landscape. A landscape, so familiar to me since I was a child has become alien. You get used to a landscape, locate yourself and navigate through its familiar landmarks and when they change, it can be quite disorientating.  

Will you Marry me?

I wonder what 'Nads' answer was?

Uber Water

Below Puttles Bridge Uber Water appears a gentle woodland stream, although the exposed roots and scoured ground of its banks are testament to the force of water which flows at times of heavy rain. Uber Water has an extensive drainage basin, which can cause water levels to rise at an alarming speed. A couple of miles further downstream, Uber Water joins Highland Water and shortly after becomes the Lymington River, the greatest of the forest rivers.

Inside out

The view from up through a completely hollowed out Beech tree. Still standing, still producing leaves and to all intents and purposes still growing; a testament to the strength and endurance of trees.

Sir Dudley's ride

Sitting Oak

On the fringe of Berry Wood is this stubby Oak, its small stature belies its age, which by its girth would be a few hundred years.  One of the most accessible trees I've come across, its knobbly trunk allows easy ascent, with several comfortable spots to sit on its two main boughs. I'll return in warmer times to sit awhile and absorb the sights, sounds and ambiance of this lovely Oak and its surroundings.  It's always nice to find a new ancient tree.

Cockpit Head

After so long under winters grey blanket, when the Sun shines it's a real tonic. The air is clean and fresh, and from the crown of Cockpit Head and you're afforded good views in both directions along the coast. Looking East your eyes dances across Warbarrow Bay, with its recognizable Tout, past Broad Bench and Kimmeridge to the distant quarried nose of St Aldhelm's Head.  A perfect early spring day.

Falco

 A Kestrel (Falco tinnunculus) hovers on high, eyeing its prey as it scurries far down below amongst the rough grasses and scree of Cockpit Head.

Moss

Brinken Wood is quite a damp wood, with some areas impassible through wet periods and the remainder spongy under foot.  As a consequence mosses and lichens thrive; look closely and there are so many different types.  All intricate and detailed, forming dense miniature forests of their own which carpet the trunks of the mature forest trees.  

Craters?

This is one of 4 fairly regular sized circular features in a linear spread between 20 and 30 meters apart, which extends through part of Brinken Wood and out across Warwickslade.  I can't be certain, but they remind me of and present similar features to craters caused by bombs, as I've seen on World War Two military ranges. It was common for bombers and fighters to dump any undelivered ordinance before their return journey, the size of these craters suggests the latter.  Less than half a mile East at Allum Green in 1940, 4 soldiers of the Royal Army Ordnance Corps were killed in a bombing raid and 14 men injured. It's possible this site could be connected.

Ramparts

One of the terminal ends of rampart belonging to Castle Piece, a Iron Age hillfort in Roe Enclosure (1811).  A uivallate (one ditch, one rampart), sloping enclosure, the site would have afforded little defence and rather than a fort we should view Castle Piece as lightly defended developed settlement, supporting an extended family or two along with their animals.  A nice site with a pleasant ambiance. 

Spawn!

The pond in Green Ford Bottom is deep in frog spawn, 10cm deep in places; the seasonal pools too which form around the bottom, between two fingers of Linford Brook are filled the tapioca of amphibian life. I know a lot never reaches fruition, but still, if half what's spawned here, or less even make it, the forest in these parts will be alive with frogs.

Slippage

Years of revetment work and extensive drainage systems can't, and more importantly, won't, hold back nature when she wants to move.  The clay, sand and gravel banded cliffs of Barton, rich in fossils from a period 40 million years ago when the area was a massive warm lagoon, are on the move, home towards the sea.  Water puddles on the clay layers forming a viscus surface allowing tons of soil to shift; whole sections have slipped. Paths are smothered, or ripped a part, drainage pipes fractured and steel shuttering separated and bent with ease.  Quite the spectacle to behold; leaving you in awe of nature.  Though, we should learn to cut our loses in these circumstances, we're not going to win, merely delay the inevitable. 

Snowdrops

You know when spring is on its way, when the woodland banks are carpeted in the white and green of the Snowdrop. 

Ferny Barrows

The forest is shrouded in fine missal, dampness is everywhere, clinging to everything and the ground yields easily under every foot; all sound is muffled, subdued, and still, only the occasional bark of a distant hound, carried from on far. The open heath and bog adjacent to Ferny Knap (1843) feel desolate, exposed, but free. Ferny Barrows, Bronze Age burial mounds, lay on an island of dry land surrounded by streams and wetland, although not on high ground, their siting in a natural bowl makes them a prominent feature in the local landscape. This prominence is enhanced by one of the barrows being considerable in size, 18m diameter and almost 1.5m high.  Although the mound has been robbed, a tell tale linear trench marking the intrusion of an 1800's antiquarian, it remains substantial as does the encompassing ditch, now filled with water to over boot depth in sections.  It's a place with a calm presence, on a drier day I'd stop a while.

Faith

It dawned on me today that I've always, unwittingly, made an assumption when recording woodland graffiti, that is, that graffiti was made by men. Why is that? Why have I associated this activity with males and was I right. I've asked some women their view and they too said they too thought it was more a male thing. I think it's an activity that mainly males engage in, young males at that, although not exclusively, as this piece shouts girl!

Admiralty mark

A common mark on many a forest tree, the Admiralty arrow marks a tree identified for ship building.  The potential of this straight Beech was recognized and the customary arrow cut into its young bark. Although, time and technology overtook the need for ship building timber and this tree, along with so many others, was spared the mill.

Flat Oak

I visited with the flat Oak today, ancient and gnarled, it's seen many centuries pass in its quiet woodland back water, although close to the convergence of several paths it remains hidden from most, easily overlooked by those passing by. To sit a while absorbing the woodland, listening, you become more attuned with the natural world about you, the pollution of modern life which dampens the spirit drains and you feel noticeably lifted. Always worthwhile. 

Jacked

This icy wind which blows from Northern climes has teeth, teeth that nip at any exposed flesh, causing you to grimace as you walk, but you walk on all the same. Jack's not been as visible this season as I though he would be, although he's certainly making his presence felt today. Descending into the woodland from Spy Holms the wind abates a touch, the nipping ceases, the wind driven roar that filled your ears is silenced and you become aware of the quietness of the winter forest.

Balmer Lawn

Balmer Lawn and the low woodland that surrounds it is sodden after our enduring dampness.

Heathland

It's easy to view all heathland as a naturally occurring environment, although, that would be wrong, particularly with respect to the New Forest. As with a fair proportion of English heathland, the forest heaths are anthropogenic, that is created by human activity and without maintenance would return to scrub and wood. On Ibsley Common that maintenance continues, with shrub and small trees being removed and gorse thickets thinned or cleared; opened views and smouldering fires testament to this activity.

Imbolc Sunset

Houns Tout

View towards St Albans Head

 View towards Eldon Seat

Across Houns Tout to Emmetts Hill and St Albans Head

Slippage

Egmont Point, the landscape below Houns Tout, has changed dramatically as a consequence of the long run of wet weather we've experienced.  The land now slumps, folds and slips slowly towards the sea shore.  Only yesterday, the slopes of Houns were covered in rough grass and bramble strewn scrub; now though, an alien landscape of fissures, clay slurry run offs and tracts of exposed geology, the roots of shrub trees, free of soil, dangle in the wind.  All about Chapmans Pool the scene is the same.  The rough track down to the boat sheds is swept away in places by mud slides, some sections vary in height by over a meter where slumps have appeared.  All around the small bay the cliffs race for the shoreline across the inter-tidal.  The sea is a milky grey as the land is absorbed and washed out to sea.