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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First day as a woodland owner

Yesterday was my first visit as an owner. I’ve been twice before to view it but now I have a key to the gate, so I can drive into it, taking all the things I think I might need. I’ve been “chomping at the bit” for a few weeks now whilst the legalities were sorted out. I had all sorts of ideas of what I wanted to do first. I’d made a rough and ready sign with the name of the wood on it and that was going to be my initiation ceremony – staking my claim symbolically. It’s was the one thing I forgot to take!

I had intended taking lots of photos and some video. I did a walk-round of the perimeter and videoed it and was going to do the interior but it has grown so much since last visit, I couldn’t access half of it without needing to do some heavy undergrowth clearing. So I came away with few new images.

I decided I should pace myself (I’m no spring chicken) and didn’t want to overdo things. It was hard not to go crazy. What I did achieve was; clear the litter and debris in the entrance so I could safely get my vehicle in; clear some bramble that was starting to invade the rides; cut a couple of boxes of logs from a fallen tree to take home for the fire; rough clear the start of some paths just to get access to the eastern side.

I while ago I bought a small wood burning camping stove. It’s just made from sections of thin stainless steel which are stored in a flat pouch and you connect them together to form a sort of open topped box which you can light a fire in with twigs. A grid goes on the top so you can place a billy can or pan to cook or boil water. Hadn’t used it yet, so that was high on my list, to light a fire in it using dry materials gathered on site and a firesteel to ignite it. I had brought some char-cloth I’d prepared just for the initial ember. Birch bark contains a lot of oil and is supposed to be easy to light. I collected some of that and various dry twigs. It worked! I brought some ground coffee and an infuser with me. I boiled some water in my ex-army stainless steel mug, filled the infuser with coffee and dipped it in the water for a couple of minutes. Then poured the liquid into a mug to drink. Perfect – another “first”.

log cutting

log cutting