Diary of a man and his woodland

A blog about a man's dream to own a small woodland.


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meeting some neighbours

Had a great time this visit. Met two very nice couples who share a plot in the same wood. It was reassuring to know there are others like myself, who are passionate about their woodland and that we are not actually mental, for wanting to own a woodland! Nice to see their wood and what they have done. They have owned it for a year now and have built a composting loo, and a nice rustic bench to sit around and drink coffee etc.

It was a hot sunny day again and I tried to take it a bit easy. I hacked my way through some more brambles along my border. Nearly there now. The fat balls I hung for the birds last time were no where to be seen. I did find one ripped net and some broken string so I guess those pesky squirrels had them away. One of the birds nest boxes I fitted is now occupied by a dozen or so earwigs! Interesting to see how quickly the ground cover is springing up in the sunny area where I cut back the heavy bramble and bracken to form a path. I took a walk through the sycamore stand which consists of tall thin stems planted about 35-40 years ago. Many are weak and struggling to break the canopy, some badly formed, some dead or dying. I earmarked a few as definite candidates for felling once I get planning permission on the TPO.

Lastly I took the time to amble through the overgrown mixed species compartment at the south of the wood. It was so nice just to wander about, looking closely at what is there, taking stock a little and looking for possible pruning or felling to open it up a little to the light. There are some lovely big stems of ash, beech, oak, sycamore and fair amount of coppiced hazel understory. I felt full and satisfied and really had to tear myself away when it was home time. Can’t wait to get back in next time.

door to the secret garden


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A hot day at the woods

I arrived about 9.30 yesterday and after a period of almost three weeks, I couldn’t wait to get back. It was very warm and sunny and as I stepped out of the car and into the woods, the feeling of joy of being in my own woods was overwhelming. I set up my day camp and got the tools out ready and made a mug of coffee. This time I took a folding camping chair. I found that relying on a log to sit on discouraged me from relaxing and just enjoying the place without the constant urge to work. I had a short “reccie” around and found that, apart from a little more growth and more molehills, nothing much had changed. More birds were evident this time, they must like the sun too!

I had a list of little jobs to do and achieved about 75% of them. My daughter had given me a pot-grown hazel plant so planting that was top priority. How to find the right spot though? I know they are often grown under bigger trees to encourage light-seeking straight growth but until it gets established with new roots into the earth, I thought a more open spot where rain might reach it was a good idea. I found a nice spot close to my day camp, cleared area of weeds and planted it. I made a sort of brash hedge around it to discourage any browsing deer. My first planting in my new woods. A small toad appeared and try as I might to photograph it, it was too quick for me.

The bird nest box I installed last time seemed to catch too much sun so I moved that around to a better position. I had made three more boxes – one more for tits and two for wrens and robins. They need to be lower to the ground and well hidden so I fitted one to a small tree close by and stacked some deadwood around it. The other one I placed in a dense part of the sycamore stand. I’d bought some fatballs for the birds and hung those up in various areas. Next visit, I’ll see if any have been eaten.

More hacking at brambles to find my boundary posts was also the order of the day. I found several raspberry canes growing amongst it and was rewarded with a handful of ripe berries for my labour. I eventually tore myself away, hot and exhausted but a very satisfied man. Despite the hard work, my muscles feel remarkably ache-free today. Starting to get fitter?

first planting - a hazel

first planting – a hazel