What's in a name?

Have you ever felt like the Universe is trying to tell you something?  Over the last few weeks I have started to feel like I have the wrong name….I have received no fewer than 5 emails, all from unrelated people on unrelated subjects who, having written in my email address (which has my name in it) have then gone on to start the email ‘Dear Caroline…’.  If this wasn’t bizarre enough I also received a Christmas card through my letter box from ‘neighbour’ (no name given) also wishing ‘Caroline’ a happy Christmas.  So what to do? Find Caroline?  I can only continue to sign my name Catherine in large letters and hope the universe backs off in its quest to rename me.

Now back in October, some students from Southampton University came to film a bushcraft event I was doing with children, for a film they were making about the National Trust’s scheme of ’50 Things to do before you’re 11 ¾’.  If you haven’t heard of this scheme, look it up as its great fun and basically all about getting kids out the house and enjoying everything the outdoors has to offer – all free things that only require enthusiasm and imagination.  I've found the adults seem to enjoy it just as much too.

Anyway the finished film was put up on YouTube this week and if you paste the following link into your internet address bar you can watch it.  Myself and my colleague Ryan both feature in it from minute 6 onwards – we watched it between our fingers as I hate hearing what my voice sounds like and Ryan thinks he has a face for Crimewatch!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1IG7h0xiY9M

 

 But putting aside our own insecurities it is a nice bit of filming and the students have done a good job of getting the message across so thanks to them for including us.  One minor flaw – they got my name wrong!  Not Caroline this time, but they have put me as Catherine Hadley (not Hadler) so now everywhere I go at work people are singing Spandau Ballet tracks at me….but hey, what’s in a name?

Now, on February 16th,17th, 22nd and 23rd, we are hosting a wild snowdrop walk, from the grounds here at Mottisfont.  This walk takes people across our parkland and fields and into a private woodland off the beaten track where a beautiful secret lies hidden within.  This woodland hosts a sea of wild snowdrops that carpet the floor and make you feel like you’ve wandered into Narnia.  I walked the route the other day to check for any problems or tree damage after the storms and I was struck by artistic looking remains of this tree that I came across – it is literally the very outer shell of a tree, all that is left after years of decay and it has been smoothed by the wind and the rain until it resembles a undulating, flowing river of wood and bark. 

 

I spent last weekend in the Isle of Wight doing Dormouse habitat work with PTES (People’s Trust for Endangered Species).  This is an annual event and always good fun and a chance to see old faces again.  This year managed to bring me a first for my adulthood, in the form of a real live wild red squirrel – the first I had seen since I was a child.  We got a good look at it as it pirouetted its way through the trees above our heads and I was struck by how much lighter they move than their chubby grey counterparts.  This red squirrel barely seemed to touch a branch when it skipped between them, whilst when you watch a grey leap into a branch it sways and wobbles.

The Isle of Wight has no grey squirrels, no deer (so no deer protection needed on coppiced woodland) and, due to their dislike of crossing water, no Tawny Owls!  Now there’s a fact that might win you a pub quiz one day.

 

Pretty Squirrel Nutkin (photo sourced from NT archive)

'And rain fell on the Earth for 40 days and 40 nights...'

Happy New Year!  2014 is upon us, and what an entrance it made – gale force winds heavy deluges of rain and wide reaching power failures left people all across the country wallowing in watery despair over Christmas and New Year.  Whilst I lost power from the 23^rd to the evening of the 24^th, we were lucky enough to get it back on for Christmas – far luckier than some others including my poor volunteers the Floyds’, who spent Christmas in their New Forest home in darkness and chill!

We had a rota of rangers in every day over Christmas and new year and as a result we all witnessed the carnage first hand in one way or another; whether it was winching trees out the river, cutting them up by boat, clearing huge oaks from the road, unblocking the access to the sheep which was blocked by a fallen tree or clearing ditches to try and prevent the river from flooding houses and gardens, everyone got involved.

 

The river Dun - much of river keeper Neil's watery kingdom has now doubled in size and spread!

 

The Abbey stream at Mottisfont breached into the river garden which has now taken literal ownership of it's title.

I spent New Year’s Day doing the rounds which involved slipping and sliding head over toe in the rain and mud of the sheer escarpment at Stockbridge checking the animals and then driving round checking our carparks in the New Forest for any problems or flytipping.  I have never seen the Forest so saturated with water; looking over the vast expanse of bleak, desolate heathland, there were swollen arteries and veins of water flowing through the landscape every few metres.  The rivers were all breached and flooded, and I got to test the sturdiness of the truck out by braving (brave or stupid?) the rushing torrent of Rockford Ford where the waves lapped the bonnet and negotiating the streets of Hightown which were, ironically enough, under water for a good few hundred metres.

We are all back at work this week and are still clearing up the aftermath.  Our estate has suffered a lot of tree damage from our Hamble site, to Stockbridge, to the New Forest and that’s without even mentioning the Mottisfont woodlands where there will be fallen trees in situ for months to come.

However, life goes on, the winds have abated and the water levels are slowly beginning to creep down – although every burst of rain produces so much groundwater that the flood risk won’t be truly reduced for many days yet.  The property has remained open where it can and we shall continue the clear up effort – there are some interesting challenges to work out, with regards to the positioning of some of the hung up and fallen trees over stretches of river – too damp to get a tractor and winch onsite, yet they are in too perilous a position (next to a railway) to fell out right without any kind of winch force pull on them…any ideas or solutions please post to us!

 

Life does go on - no amount of atrocious weather stops this lot; Monday volunteers out on Stockbridge this week.

 The wet conditions also caused us to nearly lose one of the sheep over the weekend – although not by being crushed from a fallen tree, but by slipping in the mud on the slope, onto its back where it slid and managed to catch its foreleg in between 2 hazel stems – the chances are about a billion to one of it managing to do that, but as people say, sheep will try their damn best to hurt themselves!

My sheep looker found her – fortunately we think it was very soon after it had happened – and managed to free the leg whilst I phoned the vet and sent her down there.  Long story short – what looked like a broken leg (which would be game over) then looked like severe shock and trauma (again, game over) turned into the God of sheep cutting us a wee bit of a break, when the animal suddenly recovered from her death’s door shock state, got up and started eating on 3 legs.  If a sheep can eat, then it’s not in too bad a condition!  She has made a full recovery thanks to some anti-inflammatories and the quick work of sheep looker Sue finding her in time (if a sheep is stuck on its back for too long, their lungs fill with fluid and they ‘drown’ under their own weight).

 

Some of the ewe's expressing their disgust at the tree that crushed both sides of the handling pen and fell over their feed box and water trough.

 

So all in all, an eventful start to the New Year!  I hear that we have some colder weather on the way at last and whilst I don’t want the deep freeze the US is currently in the grip of, I think we are in desperate need of some cold, dry weather to firm up the ground and give nature a chance to properly become dormant – we saw some hazel flowers and catkins in bud the other day, way too early!.  We shall have to wait and see what the back end of winter brings us…

 

A glimmer of light - and hope - after the storm.

Winter Solstice

Farewell O Sun! Disappear O radiant Orb!

So spoke Captain Nemo as he watched the sun vanish under the horizon at the South Pole on the day of the Equinox.  Whilst we don’t have 6 months of 24 hour darkness to cope with as they do at the poles, it is however Longest Night and the Winter Solstice tomorrow – which means that once this is over we are oh so slowly and inexorably creeping out the other side and towards the distant glimmer of earlier dawns and later sunsets….

But not yet! I get ahead of myself; in fact it has only really felt properly wintery in the last few days with the frost on the ground and the ice on the windscreen of a morning.

These last few weeks have felt slightly detached to me as we have all been fitting in our allotted holiday days before the end of the year (use it or lose it) and so there has been a lot of us in and out of work.  Whilst nice to have the time off, it does make trying to fit all the tasks in around our schedules a bit challenging.  We have also had absences for other positive and negative reasons; Our New forest estate rangers Dave and Mike each have their own news – Dave has recently welcomed the birth of his son and has consequently been on paternity leave, whilst poor Mike managed to dislocate his shoulder cliff jumping and so won’t be back with us for a few weeks.

However in between such frivolities work has gone on and we are making good progress towards our winter targets.

Now I want to tell you about a certain tree we had, a tree that bore a rather fabulous prize….in our Wood Yard there is a tree where, in previous years, the deer stalkers would hang the heads of deer they had culled to allow nature to dispose of the flesh naturally.  This does sound gross and when I first found this tree last year it looked like something out of a horror film.  However all the skulls that were hanging in it were clean of flesh and seemed too good to leave hidden in the woods.  I found good homes for two of them – one went into a room in Mottisfont House as part of an exhibit, one went to a very talented taxidermist friend in return for her taxidermy services….and the finest specimen, a magnificent Fallow Stag skull with antlers about 3 feet across, I took into my humble care.

 

Shelf of Death

 I have in the office, an educational ‘shelf of Death’.  On this shelf is a collection of skulls I have acquired through my time here (all natural deaths) and I use them in bushcraft sessions to educate children about different types of teeth, why a barn owl has smaller eye sockets than a tawny (barn owls hunt at dusk when there is more light, hence smaller eyes) and other things.  This mighty Fallow skull would not fit on the shelf and I thought it too fine to leave hidden in the loft space.  So with the begrudging agreement from Dylan I decided to have it mounted on the wall of our office – the only condition being that I cleaned it first.  The volunteer DIY man Ken set to work designing and making a wooden bracket for it whilst I set to work making it more presentable.

Not wanting to use up work time in such a manner (I was pushing my luck already with the skull thing!) I took it home to clean.  A big bottle of bleach was acquired, having chosen one with a ‘spring meadow’ scent, in the hope of somehow transferring this scent to the skull, and a large pair of marigold gloves.  Unfortunately, there is only one container in my house big enough to soak a skull of this size….and so it was with great reluctance and mild disgust on my part that I lowered the skull into a big bleach-bubbled bath tub.  Trying to console myself with the thought that the great naturalists like Gerald Durrell and David Attenborough must surely have suffered for the cause in similar ways; I took an old toothbrush and started scrubbing.  I then left it to soak for a few hours whilst trying not to think of what my landlord would say if he could see the use to which I was putting his bathroom.

 

Radox bleach bubble bath!

 

After hours of soaking, and some scrubbing and topping up with bleach, I took it out and left it to dry on a bin bag overnight.  I will spare you the details of how I had to try and detach the last bits of nose skin and clean out the head cavity and instead cut to the chase – cleaned and smelling of roses, I gave it back to Ken and one fine winter morning I walked into the office to see it adorning our doorway and looking magnificent!  

Proper countryside office - i have since hung Mistletoe off the antlers in honour of the season.

I will leave you with the festive feeling that I felt walking round the grounds first thing this morning.  Mottisfont gardens were wreathed in a fine mist and the sun shone bright and clear through it, making everything glisten and sparkle – from the hoarfrost on the trees to the droplets of water on this swan’s beak.

 

 I walked past Visitor Reception where the wreaths for sale were looking beautiful in the sun and made my way to the Duck Grounds, our area of wet peat woodland.  The light coming through the trees here, the mist rising off the ponds and the frost gleaming on the plants made this a breathtakingly stunning stroll and made me again appreciate how lucky I am to be in a job where I can take in such sights all in a day’s work.

 

Misty Duck Grounds

And so, with Longest Night looming tomorrow and with the final few sleeps until Christmas beckoning, let me wish you a very Merry Christmas and an inspiring New Year.  2014 will be our first full year with a fully staffed countryside team for us and so I personally think this will be our year to really shine, grow and show people what we are about – bring it on!

A Rabble of Rangers

‘You came and looked and loved the view, long known and loved by me.  Green Sussex fading into blue, with one grey glimpse of sea’.

Last week myself and the team had the chance to go back to an old site of mine.  Before I came to Mottisfont I worked for the National Trust up in Haslemere at a place called Swan Barn Farm and the ranger team here cover several sites one of which includes Black Down.  Black Down is a large and beautiful heathland site on the Surrey/Sussex border that was the subject of the above quoted poetry by Lord Tennyson who lived nearby.  The elegant lines describe it well as, on a clear day the view from Black Down is superb, being the second highest point in the South East of England (Leith Hill, another former worksite of mine, is the highest - I obviously like high places) and the night sky there is unrivalled with starry constellations stretching from horizon to horizon in a huge sparkling arc of splendour.

The slopes of Black Down in summer (hope you don't mind Dave, i borrowed your picture off the website!)

Black Down has had major work done in years past to clear fell the large pine plantations that had grown up on it and restore it to the important heathland site it is today.  Adders, grass snakes, sand lizards, Black Darter dragonfly, nightjar and many more rare and fascinating species inhabit the site and I was very lucky to have the chance to work there and fully indulge in my love of lowland heathland, my favourite habitat above any other.  Walking over a summer heathland on a hot day with splashes of purple heather dotted across the landscape and the coconut scent of the yellow gorse flower drifting past has got to be one of my favourite places to be and, like the reptiles that frequent it, I would happily bask the day away in a heather patch.

The reason I got to take my colleagues back to see my old haunts was one of ‘what goes around comes around’.  Dave Elliott, Head Ranger of Black Down had very kindly let us borrow their old forage harvester for a few months over winter so that we could use it on the bracken in the New Forest as well as Stockbridge Down.  This has made a huge difference to the bracken control in the forest with hectares of bracken now being foraged harvested in order to allow the heathland and grassland species underneath a chance to grow through.  In return for this favour, Dave requested that we come up to Black Down and do some felling and clearing of Pine and Birch as is the usual winter task for a heathland site.  He also had a few other favours to call in with other NT teams so the result was a brilliant 2 day scrub bash of NT rangers and volunteers from all corners of the South – Isle of Wight, Woolbeding, Slindon, Saddlescombe, Mottisfont and New Forest, Hindhead, Ludshott and more – all were summoned and it resulted in a workforce of around 100 people, nearly all chainsaw trained, who set about the clearing work and did an absolutely sterling job.

 

Everywhere you looked you saw an orange helmeted line of people steadily working their way up the slope through the falling ranks of pine, birch and gorse.  A bonfire took care of the cut scrub – and the inevitable items of clothing that got too close – with the tractor being employed to drag large brash piles to the fire.

 

Orange helmets poking up like toadstools!

 

Lunch was served to a hungry rabble of rangers in the form of Black Down beef burgers from their own herd of Belted Galloway cattle that they use for conservation grazing and meat.  As it turned out, the burgers being served came from the calf that I helped deliver back in April 2011 – I brought him into this world, seemed only fitting I should eat him out of it (RIP George, a mighty fine Steer).

 

A big thank-you to the Black Down team for inviting and hosting us, it was good to be back in a place I loved so much – and I promise you’ll get your forager back in one piece!