Strawberry Castle - Part 2

Wednesday 23^rd March 2016

Contrary to the wishes expressed by my colleague in last week’s blog we did not have a bonfire this week.

Wot no bonfire!

 

Our work party consisted of 3 volunteers and the task allotted to us was to return to the Strawberry Castle play area for more relocation of bark chippings.

The team survey the work

The first task completed.

 

The first task was to level out the bark chippings below one of the swings, and then it was on to the greater task of creating a pathway of wood chippings between some of the play areas. Wood chippings were loaded into wheelbarrows and transported to the area marked out by large logs and a semicircle of large stones. Once deposited the chippings were raked into a neat footpath. When finished the idea is to allow children to move between the various play areas without getting muddy.

Before

Half completed

 

Relocating wood chippings



The finished article

 A water feature has been created. This comprises a water pump at one end perched on a bed of rocks. Water can be pumped down channels and at the opposite end is an Archimedes screw which pumps the water back up. The whole area is surrounded by sand, children will love this play feature. We did notice footprints in the sand which indicated that the first visitors to the site had been badgers!

Water Pump

Badgers were here first!

 On my walk back to the car park before leaving I had to stop and admire the work being done bay those hardy souls Ruth and John, who once again were stood in water repairing a stone wall along the edge of the Leapmill Burn.

Ruth and John repair the wall along the edge of Leapmill Burn

 Phil Coyne

Fire Next Time

16th March 2016

Like most portmanteau words ‘mizzle’ gets it about right. The mist was thin and seemingly distant; the rain scarcely falling. It took me a while to realize that I was getting wet - and a wee bit cold. Still, the walk over to the woods by the Lily Pond soon warmed me and, once I had started work, I was soon overheated enough to remove my waterproof. Anyway, it’s one of those cagoules that as soon as any energy is expended becomes wetter on the inside than on the outside, precipitation or not.

I was back on the hillside beneath the Monument, laying into the rhododendron once again. Other demands were due to keep me away from Gibside for two consecutive Wednesdays, so there I was on a Tuesday, just me and bird song.

After more than six decades of studying nature, I am still pretty hopeless at recognizing anything other than the most common of birds by their song. With one exception, that did for now: wren, robin, blackbird and an assortment of tits. A red kite cried, drifting over the Lily Pond; crows croaked. Under the western hemlock there were a few foraging scrapes – presumably the work of badgers, and faintly worn tracks that disappeared into the dense rhododendron growth.



A Tangle of Rhododendrons

 

In recent weeks the team has worked its way up the hill cutting back rhododendron and stacking it in larger and larger heaps. From now the job is likely to become more difficult, for it grows far more densely, and presents as a solid wall of thick, interwoven branches which, when cut through, remain in place held by each other. Some reach up into the tops of other trees and refuse to be dislodged. And there is another problem developing. There is not enough ground space to stack it all. In other parts of Gibside this has been overcome by reducing it to ashes. That could be difficult in this location, but will have to be done.

Yet more ...

 

The mizzle had long since faded, but an occasional movement of the air and my struggles with the vegetation now brought down accumulated water from the leaves and branches above. Wet once again, I packed in for the day. Perhaps it will be the fire next time.

Steve Wootten

Of Horsetail and Rhododendron

2nd March 2016

Ranger Dan, wader-deep in the chill water of the Lily Pond, was hauling out colonizing horsetail with Wednesday Conservation Team volunteers Les and Mike taking it in turns to watch out for the total submersion that didn’t happen. Given time and left to itself, the horsetail, reed mace, and assorted other vegetation would reduce the pond to a lush, damp patch. And we wouldn’t like that. So, in order to conserve the pond habitat, young Dan waded in. Mind you, the exercise is also a cosmetic one of maintaining a feature in man-made landscape, and not letting nature take over as it is wont to do.

Working in the pond

The rest of us, meanwhile, cleared stray willow saplings from the ride above the pond, and significantly cut back those growing around it. After a cup of coffee and a bite to eat sitting in the dry under the only Grand Fir on the estate, we returned to our task of recent weeks in the adjoining woodland. This area is, in some ways, the most sterile patch in Gibside, dominated as it is by western hemlock underlain by everybody’s favourite invader, the rhododendron. The western hemlock will have to stay until the Forestry Commission come to claim their crop, but we can do for the rhododendron, help give native species a chance, and bring some variety to the woodland floor.

Thinning out the willow saplings

Continuing the war against rhododendrons

Among other things, our job, working with the rangers here at Gibside, is to manage the environment in order to give wildlife a helping hand. Put another way: we interfere with nature in order to support nature. Deciding what is natural, though, is a little difficult – especially when it comes to non-native, introduced species, and invasive species. As volunteers, we do as we are bid; decisions are taken by the professionals. But it is still a question worth pondering. For example, if we remove non-native rhododendron to stop it over-running our woodland floor, then perhaps we should do something about the native bracken that blankets other parts of Gibside’s woods. And what should be done about the likes of Himalayan balsam, Japanese knotweed and the grey squirrel?

I wonder what's for lunch?

Taking a break under the Grand Fir

It’s all a bit subjective. Some would argue that it’s all part of nature, and that nature will sort itself out. Many introduced species will just find their niche and fit in without negatively influencing the environment or markedly changing their host habitat. But some will just seek to conquer, colonize and drive out native species. We don’t want Japanese knotweed blanketing our river banks, or grey squirrels bringing the plague to our beloved reds. Then again, some of us quite like Himalayan balsam; bumblebees certainly do. Ignore the professionals; leave the decisions to me. Let’s start with buying Dan a boat.

No it's not fog but pollen from a yew tree - a gentle
reminder that spring is almost here.

Steve Wootten & Phil Coyne

Yellow Peril – High-vis Wednesday

24^th February 2016

After last week’s rather damp Wednesday, where a few hardy souls from the conservation team spent the day clearing a patch of rhododendrons near the Lily Pond; today the weather reverted to type, bright sunshine and blue skies but cold.

 

Piles of bark chippings ready for spreading.

The small group of volunteers donned high-vis jackets and armed with wheelbarrows, shovels and rakes set off for the Strawberry Castle Play Area. The task for the day was to spread out bark chippings over the play areas. The whole play area is being upgraded and contractors were on site with earth moving machinery – hence the need for high-vis jackets.

The finished job.
 

Loading up the wheelbarrows from the large piles of bark chippings and spreading them over the play areas soon had us warmed up. By lunchtime our supply of bark chippings had run out, so after a short break it was back off to continue the deforestation of the rhododendrons by the Lily Pond – a seemingly never ending task!

The cleared areas.

Not yellow peril but early primroses.

Phil Coyne

Orange Spot

10th February 2016

Frost covered the hollow of the Hollow Walk, and stamped out the pattern of fallen leaves among the trees. The noise of an explosion of jackdaws from the Old Hall faded, and gave way to the call of a red kite.

 

 

Frosty Leaves

 

The kite circled low, its colours embellished in the winter light. The bird settled for a moment in the high top of a Wellingtonia , then again drifted low and slowly above us - quite possibly, like a robin, attracted by human activity, hoping to spot some easy pickings. Instead, what it saw, were three old men in the woods chopping down trees: old, but not carrion yet.

 

Cutting down silver birch

 

After a week elsewhere, we were back in Hollow Walk Dene seeking out Ranger Liam’s orange-spotted birch trees to cut down, to let in more light and reduce competition. Remaining birch will have opportunity to grow faster and stronger; ground vegetation should thrive and, perhaps, become more diverse. And the Wednesday Conservation Team will become fitter and stronger - though, at the time, it didn’t feel like that; knackered, is what it felt like.

This young stretch of woodland is faring well. Here and there we tugged out the odd western hemlock sapling – all that remains of a commercially planted and aggressively invasive species. From among patches of heather we cut back birch, broom and bramble.  Better for the heather, and better for the rarely seen stag’s horn club moss that grows amidst it in places.

 

Plan of Nature Playscape

 

Last week the orange spots marked the dispatch of some large holly from the Woodland Playscape area near The Stables. This time the intention was not so much to make room for ground flora, but to make way for children attracted to the newly constructed willow tunnel. As it turned out, the tunnel was lucky to survive the crude felling technique of over-eager, macho volunteers. The day was saved, though, by the skills of Conservation Volunteer Mary, as several males of the species looked on: perhaps not diminutive in stature, but much diminished in reputation.

 

The holly dead hedge takes shape

 

The men look on whilst Mary works!



"Timber"



The Perfect End to The Day

 

 

Steve Wootten & Phil Coyne

Creative Play

13th January 2016

Happy New Year

It was a good start, and just as it ought to be: pale sunshine, January cold, no wind, and dry. We of the Wednesday Conservation Team always reckoned on Wednesdays being predictably fine, but that all went wrong in 2015. Maybe this is a sign that the weather will revert to its old ways. A nice thought but, of course, complete rubbish, nature doesn’t work like that.

Ordinarily, as you may know, we get our fun from being destructive in the name of nature conservation – laying waste to invasions of Himalayan Balsam, uprooting Western Hemlock and (best of all) making a bonfire of rampant rhododendron. It’s nothing as silly as a new year’s resolution, but we started 2016 by being constructive.

Preparation Work

In the woods, where we were erecting a willow tunnel, it was damp and penetratingly cold, and the relative immobility required by the task almost guaranteed that we would get colder. And we did. Numbed fingers tied ill-practiced knots to temporarily bind the arched willow wands; numbed brains tried to fathom the art of weaving willow. None of us had any experience of this before, and only two of us seemed to have the vaguest idea of what the finished structure should look like but, by a process of corrected error, the job got done.

Getting Started

An Inquisitive Robin

Platting the Willow

Taking Shape

Give it a few months and new green growth should cover our mistakes. Anyway, poor workmanship shouldn’t spoil the fun of the children who come to this Woodland Playscape in the summer; it didn’t spoil ours.

The Finished Product

Steve Wootten & Phil Coyne

Strange features in the woods...

If you go down to the woods today... you may see a few new carvings. Those of you familiar with the carved animals trail in the West Wood may have noticed that a few of the poor wooden creatures are looking a bit past their best. Add onto this some new works going on in our Nature Playscape, and a simple interest in giving it a shot, it's no surprise that the Ranger team have been turning our hands to chainsaw carving!


We started off on the basics - mushrooms. Both Phil and myself have done a few of these in the past, but we decided to do a few bigger ones with the aim of making a complete set for a picnic table with a difference. We used a fallen western hemlock from one of the plantations for these.

 

Having had so much fun, we decided to make a day of it in the recent half-term, carving publicly in the old sawmill site. It's great to be using what was the industrial home of forestry on Gibside for a modern twist on woodworking. Phil gave it a shot making a bear, whilst I set to work on an owl. Children were fascinated by the gradually appearing animal features, whilst a lot of parents seemed to want to come and have a go themselves!

 

 

 

Our new little Stihl, complete with carving bar, made carving the details a lot easier - and it was a lot less tiring to handle than the big forestry saws! The wood came from a fallen pine stem and some big chunks of Douglas fir, both from the estate and collected with hard work, straining muscles and not a small amount of difficulty one Saturday! For Phil and I, it's a really fulfilling and creative way to use chainsaws, and create something positive out of the sad felling of hazardous trees to make the estate a safer place to visit.

Whilst we've been busy with tree surveying and seasonal leaf clearing we've not had much chance to add to the collection, but the original sculptures are still up at the sawmill site. When tree safety works begin we'll probably get more wood from trees which need felling for safety reasons, and the Nature Playscape improvements will give us more animals to try. Keep an eye out on the estate for any more features that might pop up!