The Old Man has been getting about a bit recently, in the last week looking at ancient trees and woods in Lincolnshire, Nottingham and Yorkshire, replanted ancient woodland in Shropshire and Somerset, and extensive new woodland in Hertfordshire. These were mostly fairly brief visits but each raised some interesting questions and challenges in terms of… Continue reading Something old, something new
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In the footsteps of the Legions
A long march, a long march, and twenty years behind, but the girl I met at Clusium comes easy to my mind. The above comes from an imagined Legionary marching song, used in a 1950s’ radio adaptation of The Eagle of the Ninth: I was about five but listened with my older brother. Fragments of… Continue reading In the footsteps of the Legions
The Knepp Estate revisited
In 2003 an unusual note appeared on my desk from English Nature’s office in Lewes (Sussex) about a local local landowner who wanted to let his farm run wild. It sounded interesting but it was not clear what the biodiversity benefits would be, how it could fit with the English Nature’s priorities for improving the… Continue reading The Knepp Estate revisited
Is yours a ‘normal’ forest?
Production foresters developed a concept termed the ‘normal forest’ which is simply one in which all age classes for a give rotation length are equally represented by area. So, in theory you could harvest the same extent of woodland each year in perpetuity, as long as it is immediately restocked: i.e if the rotation is… Continue reading Is yours a ‘normal’ forest?
Heading for the Hills
The other week, I had a walk over the Long Mynd. The plan was to get the train to Church Stretton, then walk (12 miles) up and over the hills to end up at Bishops Castle. The weather was brilliant, but less sensibly my pack was heavier than it could have been. It is not… Continue reading Heading for the Hills
Heading for the Hills
The other week, I had a walk over the Long Mynd. The plan was to get the train to Church Stretton, then walk (12 miles) up and over the hills to end up at Bishops Castle. The weather was brilliant, but less sensibly my pack was heavier than it could have been. It is not… Continue reading Heading for the Hills
The Old Man of Wytham 