We've been walking out on the fields these last few months, and through the Small Dark Wood of the Mind, and around the Field of the Hollowing Oak. Much of the time the weather has been dreary, but there have been days of great beauty, which always lift light-deprived spirits.
It was mid-autumn when I last wrote about this precious place, and there were still some days of sunshine and colour to come.
... days of frost, which made everything the colour of a hand-tinted daguerreotype ...
Storm Darragh seemed to cause relatively little damage, but Storm Éowyn caused some flooding out on the development site and on the golf course, and downed a couple of trees.
... buzzards!
... a baby yew in the Small Dark Wood of the Mind!
... signs of spring!
... and marcescence!
'Marcescence': the phenomenon where some trees keep their leaves through winter, rather than shedding them. I learnt the word just a few weeks ago, from a Goodwill Librarian post on Facebook that my cousin in New Jersey had shared. I'd noticed the phenomenon, of course, but its technical term had evaded me for all my life. Then, as so often happens with words, it popped up again, days later, in one of poet Clare Shaw's writing hours.
It's good to learn the scientific names of things (though these days, remembering them is something else altogether). I love the two sets of twin oaklings in the field, and have long been intrigued by the fact that despite sharing what must be almost the same conditions, and being of a similar size, the right-hand twin of each pair prefers to keep its clothes on, while the one on the left strips off with alacrity. I'd assumed this was down to the necessary contrariness of being a twin and not wanting to dress the same ... but maybe not.
The development is still pretty much restricted to the Skylarks Field - now Challenger Way - and the common, which continues to be suburbanised.
Also promised was the retention of the Field of the Hollowing Oak as part of a 'green corridor for wildlife' - which is, of course, a horrible idea, confining wildlife to a 'corridor', how dare we? - but it was good to know it would be safe and able to continue to beautiful process of rewilding that it's been undergoing since it stopped being a practice field for the golf club. Until I walked into it a few days ago.
I asked the tractor driver what was happening, and he said the field was being turned back into a practice field for golfers. I said it wasn't the golf club's land. He said they'd rented it for five years. I said it was supposed to be a green corridor, and he said I don't know where you got that from, and I said a local councillor (yes, the same one), and didn't the golf club think wildlife was under enough pressure around here as it was, with the building of Brabazon? And he put a lugubrious look on his face and said it is what it is, and I resisted the temptation to smack it, but only just.
The Northerner went one further and emailed the club, and got an answer saying:
- We are leasing from YTL not airbus over an agreed period of up to 5 years.
- We are aware that a public right of way traverses the field, and we are consulting with South Gloucestershire Council to ascertain the actual course of the path and to weather this is open access land. The reason we are going to use this as a practice area temporarily is to accommodate plans for other parts of the golf course.
- This field has been a practice ground for the course in the past with the agreement of airbus.
- The only Public access is on the footpath not the field as we understand it.
- Working with South Gloucestershire we will clearly demarcate a public access path and take the necessary precautions to satisfy health & safety regulations.
- We fully appreciate the points you make about the 'little Oasis of Nature' and part of the way we intend to use the field has left a large area untouched for the local wildlife. Development plans for the full golf course require that we take in to account the Biodiversity Net Gain. However, we are not privy to the plans YTL have for this area in the future.
This is only a temporary measure for the golf club, and we will move off it as soon as possible, we feel we are a socially and environmentally responsible organisation.
There
are a few things that are odd about this. While it is very close to the border between local authorities, according to the OS map, the field is
in Bristol, not South Gloucestershire, and the path is clearly marked on the
map as running diagonally across the field, so shouldn't need confirmation. And when I contacted Bristol City
Council just last year about making the footpath passable, they said the field
was owned by BAE. Which makes me wonder if we’re being fobbed off by someone who knows even less then we do.
If the field is owned by YTL, the company that’s developing Brabazon, that’s really
worrying, as they would certainly be intending to develop it into more housing at
some point, should they get planning permission. None of the plans that are
public – that I’ve seen – show that field being developed.
Anyhow. The
upshot is that I haven’t had the heart to go there since. I can’t bear to see it fenced off while they reseed it, and then a swathe of sterile green grass where there were anthills and self-seeded oaks and thorn trees, patches of cuckoo flower and cowslips, yarrow, wild carrot and betony, dragonflies, butterflies and moths, bumblebees and honey bees, foxes, badgers, and and a fawn hidden in the long summer grass. And
in my nightmares, they’ll cut the hollowing oak down too, to which I think I must be trauma-bonded.
The Northerner, on the other hand,
thinks we should keep going to piss the golfers off. But Cwtch is a collie and needs somewhere to run, not another place where she's on a lead and liable to have golf balls hit in her direction. (It has happened.)
And so, along with Dartmoor, which we lost when the caravan site where we kept the biscuit tin by the sea was turned into a park for luxury holiday lodges, another bolt
hole is gone. Maybe I'd be better off trying to make a refuge for myself in my head, one that can't be taken away.
