Diary of a man and his woodland

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


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Planting trees and playing at bushcraft.

Just over half way through our second lockdown and I was ready for a woodland visit. I didn’t feel I was breaking any rules or risking infection by spending a day in the woods on my own and I had some trees to plant. Some kind neighbours donated some saplings they had grown from nuts but had nowhere to plant them. There were three oaks and three walnuts and the conditions are just right now for planting up.

I wanted to spend most of the day just “playing” there which was one of my reasons for buying the woods; to practice bushcraft skills, camping and engaging with a wild place, where I’m at liberty to gather resources and light a fire. To learn some of what our ancient ancestors knew as part of their daily lifestyle. I have found that once you step into the world of bushcraft and like many other hobbies, you acquire more and more kit. Partly because you feel you need it in order to operate your hobby, partly to upgrade older kit and many other reasons, not least of all – because we like new toys! I’m guilty as charged.

Sometimes this leads to losing the plot a little. We have kit lying around in cupboards, unused for months and often we forget just how to use it to full effect. Recently I have been systematically going through all my drawers and cupboards at home and rediscovering many nice items that I had abandoned or forgotten about. I have numerous other hobbies, all with associated kit. I am making an effort to get them out, use them, re-evaluate their usefulness and maybe dispose of the less useful or lower quality items.

So with that in mind, I wanted to do four basic bushcraft activities – fire lighting with flint and steel, making charred punk wood tinder, food foraging and setting up a tarp shelter. Sometimes it’s nice to have a fire but I might have a list of jobs to do and don’t want to spend too much time on it, taking a few shortcuts to get it started.

Making fire with flint and steel is akin to magic. It doesn’t look possible but here’s the science behind it. You have a piece of hardened high carbon steel and a sharp piece of flint. Both are cold and inert, and don’t appear to have fire in them. By striking the steel against the flint, you create a minute spark for a fraction of second, basically concentrating energy from your body by friction, so the latent fire is actually in your body. Using a piece of charred cloth (cotton) held on the flint, you catch one of those sparks and it will start the cloth smouldering. The process of turning that into a full fire you can cook on still seems remote but that’s where your fire making knowledge and skills need to be honed. It’s too lengthy a subject to go into in depth here but that’s what I wanted to practice. To find in a wet Autumn woodland, the right materials and to process them and work them into a fire is not easy but that’s exactly what I did. It’s hugely satisfying.

After a nice coffee, the next skill to practice was making charred punk wood. I talked about using charred cotton material to “take a spark” but cotton is manufactured, so if we want to go even more fundamental, we can make a product from easily found natural material – punk wood. It’s dead wood that has partially rotted to become soft and spongy. It will be damp or even soaking wet, which was what I found. To turn it into char, you put it in an airtight tin with a tiny hole in it and leave it in the fire for a while. The heat will firstly drive out all the water, then because you are excluding oxygen, the wood will turn into a very fragile (but easily ignited) charcoal. You can use either flint and steel or a ferro rod to throw a shower of sparks onto it to start your ember. Here’s the before and after photos of the punk wood.

Next skill – food foraging. OK then, I didn’t intend finding a full meal, just an exercise to find something I knew was safe to eat to supplement the tin of soup and Dairylea cheese sandwich I had brought! Not exactly Bear Grylls standard but nevertheless, satisfying and interesting to see what could be found in a limited environment in Autumn. I found some really fresh Wood Bittercress. It tastes fantastic, very much like the sprouted mustard cress you buy in supermarkets and put in egg sarnies. So a quick rinse and shake and it’s good to go. Here’s my lunch. Great!

My last exercise was to try out two small tarps. One is a DD Magic Carpet XL. It’s only 2.2 x 1.4 metres and marketed as a small emergency wind/rain shelter or a groundsheet for picnics etc. The other is one I made from an ex military IPK which was just a sheet of strong material for emergency survival and is slightly bigger. It had no hem or tie-outs so I added them myself using my vintage Singer sewing machine. I’ve never really used them much so it was time to dig them out and have a play. I intend to use them on walks as emergency cover or windbreaks when making a brew so I need to be proficient at erecting them quickly. I wanted to practice knots for anchoring the ridgeline and see what was the optimum height for them as a lean-to configuration. Look up Truckers knot, it’s a fantastic tensioning knot. Also I wanted to try out a Plough Point config. which only requires one tree for support. It was fun and informative. Here’s some photos of how they look. What a fantastic day in the woods.

DD Magic Carpet as a lean-to

IPK as lean-to but raised slightly for more headroom
IPK set up as a Plough Point


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Escaping pre-lockdown blues

Here we go again – national Covid lockdown for a month looming. So it was with this depressing news and the possible prospect of another four years of Trump as President, that I decided to get another visit in yesterday, so soon after the last one. I don’t see how visiting my woods would pose any risk of spreading or catching the virus but the rules say we should stay at home unless absolutely necessary. It depends what that definition consists of. Personally, visiting my woods is necessary for my mental health but the authorities might view that differently. Anyway I wanted to get a visit in before lockdown, just to play and be in the woods and forget it all for a day. To wallow and saturate myself in all that lovely woodlandy-ness.

I was awake at 5am with no extra sleep imminent, so I got ready and left home for an earlier than usual start.

I wanted to embrace the raw experience of being there and making it my safe, natural home for the day. What can be more empowering and warming to the body and (more importantly) soul, than lighting a fire? Collecting your fuel, adding the magic of a tiny flame and seeing it grow. The sound of the crackle and the smell of woodsmoke never fails to please. It’s elemental and resonates with our ancient hunter-gatherer instincts. It offers safety and comfort from the harshness of the world and isn’t that just what we all need right now? Add to that a black, smokey kettle and the promise of a warming brew while watching the little birds on the feeders and who can fail to feel better.

Eventually I decided to do a few easy jobs. Load up with logs to take home for the woodburner and split a green sycamore log that I recently felled, to take home for use on my pole lathe. I cleaned out some of the many leaves that had filled my pond. I love this photo of the sky and overhead trees reflected on the water.

Lunch was a veggie burger and fried egg cooked on the fire, then it was time to do some metal detecting. It doesn’t take long before something registers and time to get digging. There’s a little flutter of excitement wondering what it will be. I know the likelihood is it will either be a spent 12 bore cartridge, a screw or nail, a piece of wire etc and not a six hundred year old hammered coin or gold ring. Nevertheless there’s always a possibility and there’s often something a bit odd. Here are my finds. The big bar had me puzzled as I tried to pinpoint it before digging. No wonder, it’s about fifteen inches long!

I spent a good part of my day just looking and being in the moment and it really did the trick of easing my anxiety. I’ll leave you with a few more photos of the remaining Autumn colours. Next visit it will probably have gone. Take care.