Bluebells and ramsons

It was in the extreme heat of last summer that I first visited Three Brooks Nature Reserve in nearby Bradley Stoke, and resolved to revisit it at a more interesting, and cooler, time of year, and since the three patches of woodland there are bluebell woods, last week seemed a good time to honour that promise. 

The wood I chose to visit was Savages Wood, which, although not particularly old itself, is believed to be on the site of ancient woodland. And sure enough, it was very different from the last time I visited, being fairly bluebell-y, with some persistent celandines and wood anemones ... 

... not to mention the odd cowslip, and ramsons (wild garlic) that are just starting to come out.

Also just coming out is the whitethorn, which is blossoming so very late this year. 

One of the nice things about Three Brooks Nature Reserve is that it has - aha! - three brooks. The one accompanying us on this visit was Patchway Brook, prior to its union with Stoke Brook to form Bradley Brook (which has a nature reserve all of its own), and it was looking particularly picturesque.  

There are also ponds providing habitat for endangered newts, which I can visit with impunity with Cwtch as she wouldn't dream of disturbing the inhabitants, not if it means getting her paws wet. This one was sporting some rather spectacular kingcups.

We also walked through Bowsland Meadow, which had been parched to a crisp the last time we were there ... 

... and made a late diversion to the community orchard, where Cwtch posed amiably for her close-up. 

This exploration was, however, sandwiched between two rather more spectacular visits to Long Wood and Hermitage Wood on Purdown, which are designated ancient and semi-natural woodland and have some outstanding trees ... as well as some new (since the last time we were there) sculptures, which are really impressive. 

Butterfly community bench

The Eagle sculpture

The Dragon Mushroom Castle sculpture

I think someone's been eating them

The Conker bench and sculpture

The Night Animals (with offering)

The Night Animals

The Acorns sculpture

The Old Man of the Woods

We might have hoped for some living wildlife, and there were definitely signs that deer had been in the vicinity, but hoofprints in mud and stripped bark was as far as it went. 

Of course, we were visiting mainly for the bluebells, which are such a joy this time of year and a balm for these difficult times we're living through. (And also to justify going out for breakfast afterwards.)

By the time of our second visit, a week after the first, the ramsons were beginning to proliferate too, particularly in Hermitage Wood ...

... although perhaps most startling was the brilliance of the new leaves.

However, what really sets these woods apart from others is the primordial feel they have, as trees rot, and in some cases, fall and are left lying like huge beasts. 

Some also become home to colonies of fungus ...   

... and a slug. 

King Alfred's Cakes and Turkey Tail

Dryad's Saddles

Turkey Tail fungus

Cwtch passing the Old Man of the Woods

Boundary stone between Bristol City and Stoke Gifford in Gloucestershire (now South Gloucestershire)

A magnificent horse chestnut

A goodbye to Bristol Zoo

What with the announcement of the closing date and Son the Younger's imminent move north, we decided to go to Bristol Zoo one last time, not out of enduring regret - it's high time, after all - but because it played such a big part in our respective childhoods.

Despite its familiar entrance, the Zoo is a very different place from in the 60s, which is when my earliest memories of it date from. Back then, Johnny Morris filmed weekly segments for Animal Magic there, and there were two elephants, Wendy and Christina, giraffes, Bactrian camels, black rhinos, zebras and okapi, wolves, kangaroos, lions, tigers, white tigers, leopards, panthers, gorillas, chimps, orang-utans, polar bears, a bear pit with black bears, a monkey temple with red-bottomed monkeys - oh, so many inappropriate animals for a small urban site. Our arrival through the Guthrie Road entrance, with its free on-street parking, was usually timed to coincide with feeding time for the seal lions and nearby penguins.

Walking around, I found time collapsing as memories from my childhood visits clashed with those from my children's childhoods, and I struggled to get my bearings amid the shifting attractions. It turns out even the new 'immersive' Seal and Penguin coasts are over 20 years old now. 

South American fur seals

Snakelocks anemones

Rain on the surface of the seals' pool

Some things haven't changed at all since my kids were small. The Greater Flamingoes still flamboyant the dreary lake by the main entrance ... 

... and the giant tortoises live so long that 30 years is a blink of an eye to them. 

The reptile house, which I always had to steel myself to go in, as I didn't want to transfer my fear of snakes to my children, is also unchanged. 

Emerald tree monitor lizards

African pancake tortoise

Juvenile blue tree monitor lizards

Utila spiny-tailed iguana

pygmy crocodile

Inevitably, much of the goodbye-ing was to familiar buildings, even if neither generation of our family rose to meals at the cafe or restaurant, the prices being rather expensive for our modest pockets. The wisteria-covered front of the Art Deco cafe used to be obscured by a huge canopy when the kids were small; now, there's an extension.

The Clifton Pavillion, which used to be the really posh restaurant and now hosts weddings, looked a bit drab yesterday (but the weather was terrible).

The giraffe house, now home to the gorillas

The monkey temple

Looking across the Lawn of Many Picnics to where the souvenir shop was

The Top Terrace

Bronze sculpture of mute swan, by David Wynne, 1971

Where eagles and vultures and owls were kept

Back in the day, the aquarium was a round display you descended into via steps, with a circular steel handrail you could skim around as if you were on a roundabout. It was extended years ago, to incorporate the old bear pit, which for some reason had a sculpture of an eagle on top. This walkway underneath one of the tanks has been there since my children were small.

American paddlefish

Yesterday, in the rain, the zoo certainly felt like a place that's on the brink of closure. I would guess most of its visitors between now and September will be there for nostalgic reasons. I was sad not to see the sand cats and the naked mole-rats in the  nocturnal house, and the Victorian house exhibit, with rats and mice, and a black widow spider in the toilet.

Bubbletip anemone with clown fish and slate-pencil urchin

While the islands on the lake are empty of monkeys, there are still some in the monkey houses. This inmate was giving as good as he gets from visitors.

Spider monkey eating red pepper

A golden-headed lion tamarin

Ring-tailed lemurs

Gorilla Island was empty too, but only because the Zoo's group of eight were sensibly sitting out the rain indoors. 

In homage to my mother, whose memories - rides on Rosie the elephant, chimps tea parties - I was also shouldering, we paused to pay homage at the bust of Alfred the Gorilla, who was stuffed and put on display at the City Museum long before my time. (Though actually, I suspect my mother would have been more upset about Marks & Spencer in Broadmead closing than the zoo.)

We finished our visit with a walk through the butterfly tunnel, where we were buzzed by blue morpho butterflies, one of which is pictured on the fruit with its wings shut ... 

... and, since it had stopped raining, a return to the red panda and lion compounds, which had been deserted earlier.

All things must pass, and not before time.