'October; when the trees are stripped bare, of all they wear...'

Happy Halloween! ‘ Tis All Hallows Eve in ‘ye olde speake’ and the time of year when the veil between the worlds grows thin and spirits can break through - it wouldn’t surprise me to see the ghosts of past inhabitants wandering the halls and gardens of Mottisfont as the nights draw in and the river mists rise up and creep over the lawns…

But back in the land of the living and the daylight and we are speeding on through our variety of autumnal works, increasingly surprised at the ongoing warmth of the weather – I am still seeing butterflies around (especially Brimstone!) and some members of staff here are still sporting shorts to work.

The sheep flock have no doubt been similarly confused, in having thickened up their fleeces for the winter weather, they now spend the days in mild sunshine that wouldn’t have been out of place a few months ago.  And talking of the sheep, I am very pleased to report that Maggot Neck, the ewe who got fly strike back in July has finally rejoined her mates up on Stockbridge Down.  She took 3 months to heal fully, based on the hideous gaping holes in her neck and complicated by an abscess that developed near the wound area which I took to be a lump of scar tissue under the wool….it was only after 2 and a half months, when it suddenly erupted with all the puss filled passion of a mini volcano (I nicknamed it ‘Pusspeii’) that I realised it for what it was and consequently endured the hideous task of squeezing the abscess and draining it for the next week or more until it healed.  I won’t go into details but this thing breathed. I would squeeze it, it would emit a horrible raspberry sound, a lot of creamy thick pus and then when I took the pressure off, it would inhale with a squeaky whistling noise…..bleurgh!

 

The Pusspeii eruption

 However, Maggot Neck has proved herself a resilient fighter, never seemingly bothered by the state of her neck and certainly never losing her appetite!  And so it was that, one October day myself and Ryan shifted her and her sick field companion into our new purpose built sheep trailer (our normal little trailer that our volunteer Tony cunningly adapted for purpose) and made the journey up onto the Down and set them free – and they could not get out quick enough, as the photo shows!  It was a ‘Free Willy’ moment with the heroic leap over the hay bale to freedom (narrowly missing head-butting Ryan in the process).

 

The two ewes loaded up in their new trailer - heads down noshing sheep nuts.

Freedoooooooom!

Stockbridge of course is also home to our Juniper trees which I have been talking about recently, due to the success of our scrub clearance work and the natural regeneration of Juniper seedlings that we had.  Volunteers and I have been continuing the clearance of scrub around the Juniper over the last few weeks and I anticipate that this winter we shall have finally finished clearing around all the Juniper stands, which will allow us to manage the scrub regrowth by spraying and swiping in future.  The ‘children’ as I call the successful seedlings, are doing well, 4 out of the 5 have survived the dry summer and there is a distinct difference between the two sets of siblings.  The twins from one tree are much bigger and stronger looking than the twins from another tree which are small and single stemmed in comparison – interesting to study as it may be due to the quality of the seed, or the location of the seedling. 

 

One of the sturdy twins

To further our Juniper project, myself and Tony went berry harvesting from the female trees back in September.  This involves taking berries off the females (recording which came from which tree) and then trying a variety of different methods to see if you can get them to germinate.  We sowed some berries within the seed cages to see if they would regenerate naturally like the others did.  Then we spilt the remainder to each try our own thing based on research.  After reading various papers about the subject, I put mine in the warm drying room for a couple of weeks and then decided to half mine into seeds that have been taken out of the berry pulp itself (something which has been found to double germination rates as the berry pulp can actually contain something which inhibits germination!) and half that were just the intact berries.  I then soaked all of them in a 1% citric acid solution for 4 days as this is meant to replicate the digestive system of a bird.  Then I halved them all again and sowed one half in individual pots labelled according to the tree from which they came and if they were bare seed or full berry, and the other half were put into a fridge for 30 weeks again labelled up by tree.  The potted ones are now residing outside in my garden to see if they may germinate in a year or two, whilst the fridge ones will be potted after their allotted cold spell…..so an interesting mix of scientific experiment, trial and error and a hefty dose of gin soaked luck – we got 5 seedlings this summer though work and luck so who knows what the next year or two may bring?  Fingers crossed!

 

Juicy Juniper berries to harvest

 

Ongoing clearance around the Juniper

In between all the projects we are working on, our countryside team also had a week of forestry training last week, to get us certificated up on the forestry machines we use – forestry tractor, winch and forwarder (timber crane).  We spent the week in Blackpits, which is an area in the back of our Spearywell woodland that I have mentioned before as we did a big felling project there last winter, clearing a huge slope side of plantation woodland.  With the storms of last winter whistling through the cleared area, it resulted in many windblown trees falling crisscrossed over each other and which were then covered over by a summer’s worth of bramble growth….so a perfect place to practice our winching; steep, wet slope, brash, big stumps and dips everywhere hidden in bramble, crisscrossed tangled fallen trees – if we could pass our winching exam here, we could probably winch anywhere!  Even on the day when Britain was being hit by the tail end of a hurricane and we had trees snapping out and falling over around us, we kept out from under the trees and soldiered on.  It was a good week, the assessor and the examiner were down to earth people of the industry and we managed to have a laugh whilst getting a lot of work done.  We all passed our tests and managed to get a lot of work done in clearing the area at the same time – and I had forgotten how much fun a Valtra forestry tractor is to drive as it will go almost anywhere; up and down big slopes, over huge stumps, through scrub and brash, over log piles – it just keeps on plodding like a faithful donkey, providing you drive it in the right gear and cling on to the steering wheel so you don’t get bounced around to kingdom come.

 

Taken from my vantage point inside the tractor - our winching worksite!

 The Plane trees in the Mottisfont gardens are dropping their leaves at a rapid rate, creating thick golden carpets that children are delighting in running through and kicking up.  And in Spearywell, among another thick golden carpet of leaves, I know of a patch of hedgehog fungus that grows here every year, on a cut-and-come-again basis and I have been utilising this facility over the last month or so.  Hedgehog fungus is one of the best edible fungi in my opinion; it doesn’t have the slimy texture of other fungi and tastes good fried in butter, in risotto or almost anything.  I also like it because it is one of the very few that I will let myself pick and eat based on its almost unmistakeable appearance – under the caps of the fungi, instead of gills or spores, it has spines (hence the name hedgehog) and there are only 2 or 3 other species in the UK that have spines like this – but they are all rare except for this hedgehog fungi.  The spines brush off easily with a spoon or knife and then you can use the fungi for whatever recipe you please.  So if you are wandering around a Beech filled woodland, take a look among the leaf strewn floor and see if you can spot the creamy buff colour of clusters of hedgehog fungus…but do take a book along to ID them, don’t just take my description as gospel!

 

Dinner!

See the spines they have?

 Finally, the latest stage of the Cider Saga – I have racked it all off into its second stage of demi-johns, with sugar added in order to kick start a secondary fermentation.  The kitchen tends to become a bit of a brewery bombsite when I have to do this, with tubes, airlocks, yeasty demi johns and sugar everywhere – Laura came home in the middle of it all but managed to remain un-phased by her housemate’s concocting workshop.  Next stage will be bottling with more sugar and then the hardest part – leaving it alone for a few months until it reaches its peak…

 I shall leave you with a photo taken by one of my volunteers Steve, when we were clearing footpaths back on the Down yesterday – we came across this little fella who was most indignant at me scooping him up, but I couldn’t resist a proper look as they are one of my favourite small mammals (not a rodent though, its an insectivore – that fact might win you a quiz one day). Enjoy!

Feeling shrewish?