A Welcome Wind; Beyond Blue Monday; Familiar Haunts, Surprise Treasures.

The New Year began with snowdrops aplenty, but as I mentioned last time, no warmth for them to spread their petals wide, so a selection were brought inside for a New Year’s Day lunch, along with some snipped Daphne bholua “Jacqueline Postill” flowering twigs.The house entered 2018 filled with wonderful scents…

Outside we were never so grateful for a biting North Easterly wind, which for a couple of days dried out surfaces, and meant that walking on ground in the garden was just about feasible.

Do the kites mind? I’ve no idea whether they notice the wind chill, but with consummate skill and no wing beats they angle down into its very teeth, gliding across the valley, without a single wing beat. Just concentrated, or perhaps involuntary, tweaks to the forked tail posture.

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I’ve just started a page trying to capture what we do here during the year. Trying to leave a record for us as we get older, or maybe even for whoever takes over the stewardship of this special place when we move on. As likely as not, it will never get read, but many aspects of our current regime have been developed by trial and error over the years, and several, like our path weed management and track maintenance, highlight the stitch-in-time philosophy – frequent small scale work avoiding much bigger catch up attention when things have got out of control.

An example of this followed from me removing the dead Saxifrage fortunei foliage from the copse. This dies ungracefully after frost to a sludgy brown mess. It possibly would disappear from the scene on its own but in the meantime leaves unattractive vacant  space amongst the generally green and mossy feel to this part of the garden. A few years back I decided that this scene would be improved by planting some early white Crocus to supplement those already established in this section of the garden.

Over time I’ve discovered that whilst all were bought as C. chrysanthus “Snow Bunting”, I have at least two different clones, and neither is at all prolific with seed production – even if I hand pollinate the flowers on the rare occasions that they open. Lack of self seeding with Crocus becomes a big issue because one is then completely reliant on new cormlet formation around the original planting, if the display is to ever improve over the years. But the real danger is if predation of the corms occurs, there is no scope for gradual natural replenishment.

So I was really disappointed to discover that once the sludge of the fortunei leaves was pulled up with gloved hands, the tell tale neat holes and brown, scattered corm scales indicated that a number of Corms had been carefully dug out and eaten. Almost certainly the culprits were mice or bank voles. Interestingly the nearby corms growing through evergreen cover provided by London Pride, or moss, seemed untouched. Though most of these were the slightly later flowering clone.

In a rural garden where such animals are ubiquitous, one has to have a management strategy, or not bother with trying to grow Crocus. What I now tend to do is use organic, ferric phosphate slug pellets in a targeted, but diffuse way in these areas whenever I find such damage.

My suspicion is that the voles may eat these. In any event possibly 2 or 3 times a year seems the maximum frequency of such attacks if vigilance and appropriate action is taken.

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Beyond blue Monday

 

Today the rain’s so heavy.

The sheep just stand.

Time drops, heavily.

Minutes still, immobile.

 

Brief body spin flicks,

Fling off the worst of the wet.

Snatched. Quickly. The rain’s easing?

Before beginning. Again.

 

How do they do that?

But mostly, motionless.

Lashed to the spot.

Miserable beyond thought.

 

Beyond blue Monday,

Tree’s shelter declined.

Resigned. Just wet.

Just woolly, and warm.

 

Gwawr and Noddy hang. Still.

Kempy coats declined.

Just stiff. Just cold.

Transformed, and nameless. 

 

Just memories now.

Or slumbering. Soil-bound.

Spring plans already rooted,

For glorious bulbed resurrection.

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Narcissus “Greenodd”

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Before, some ten days ago, we headed West for familiar territory, but at an unfamiliar time of the year.

Fiona and I spent our very first holiday together, decades ago, with the plan of walking some of the Pembrokeshire coastal path, from North to South. In the end it wasn’t a complete success. I managed to scrape the side of my father’s borrowed VW camper van as I exited the main car park in Fishguard (Abergwaun), and then succumbed to glandular fever, so further walking was limited. We spent a fair bit of our time based in the then very large and empty municipal car park to the East of the city of St Davids. This is now a fantastic gallery, shop and cafe space (Oriel y Parc)  Click here for more.

This time we stopped off again in Fishguard, in the same car park – though we notice it now has a new, and safer exit – and after a great lunch at the Gourmet Pig, with views over mountains to the North…… we headed for a circular walk around a section of the beautiful Gwaun valley, beginning at Court Lodge.

This brought back memories of walking through the Gwaun valley maybe nine years ago, before this blog began, with Phil and John. Two itinerant walkers who, by chance, Fiona had picked up in our village one day after visiting the then post office. They were wistfully gazing in through the windows of the closed Red Dragon village pub. Asking them if they were lost, John and Phil explained they were hoping for a pint, since they were walking from Malvern to Fishguard. Fiona said that I’d be able to help out with some refreshments since I was then a keen home brewer.

In due course, outside on our terrace over a bottle or two of my latest batch, I asked John why he was doing the walk to Fishguard, and he explained that it was en route to Tipperary.

“OK, so why walk to Tipperary”, say I?

“Well ‘cos its a long way to Tipperary” was John’s tongue in cheek reply.

We later discovered that this was just John’s Westerly walk. He was also engaging in a Southerly walk, (to the Bosporus), having already tackled the Land’s End to John O’Groats walk as a Northerly one taking his home town of Colwall, at the centre of his walking compass. His modus operandi was to spend a couple of days at a time knocking off sections of a particular more local walk, with longer trips if further afield..

Not long before this chance encounter, I’d been intrigued and mused on the approach taken by Danny Wallace in his book Yes Man . For a year he tried to say “Yes” to  questions, rather than the much easier default “No“, even from complete strangers, and record what happened in his life as a consequence. The book was published shortly after we’d sold our veterinary practice and relocated here.

So when John asked us if we’d like to join them for the rest of their Fishguard walk as they were leaving that afternoon to finish the section earmarked for that day on the top of Llanllwni mountain, after giving it some overnight thought, I said yes. Fiona subsequently joined us too. For a few sessions over that summer, and I think the following spring, and based here overnight, we walked from Rhydcymerau, past Newcastle Emlyn, over the ridge of the Preselis and down the Gwaun valley and into Fishguard.

In preparing for this post, I’m delighted that I was able to find, squirrelled away on John’s website for Ledbury station (where he is still the independent station master), some links to a few of his past walking trips, including the one he was moving onto after Tipperary. Walking from Malvern to the Bosporus! Apparently 2,650 miles walked, over 11 years, and completed last September. You’ll also see there are walks in Australia, South Africa, Panama, Canada, which I didn’t even know about. Click here and here for more on this remarkable fellow’s exploits, and to see what can be achieved with a lot of determination and focus! And a sound body.

My map reading skills are minimal by comparison, but still good enough to manage a fabulous circular walk beginning from the village of Llanychaer, crossing the beautiful Gwaun river, and following it upstream a while before cutting back through the old oak wood clinging to the valley’s deep cut side.

Interesting hearts of oak, bared en route…

The Gwaun valley has a fascinating history, and just days after we were there, the locals would have celebrated Hen Galan, their New year, according to the previously used Julian calendar, on January13th. Click here for more on an ancient tradition maintained to this day, in spite of the fact that the Gregorian calendar replaced the Julian one back in 1752, in most of the UK.

Fabulous afternoon light  greeted us as we reached an ancient stone, in the middle of a field. Presumably placed with great precision millenia ago? But why, or for what purpose?A kite, working hard this time with beating wings, not glides, headed East to roost…

We continued West, and beyond the old Court…… we came across the warrior Osian being barrowed to watch, mud free, his mum’s horse being fed, so wet was the ground this year…

Before dropping back down to the river, a final treasure – a ruined St. David’s church, click here for more on this site and the nearby better maintained Llanllawer Holy well. Apparently the derelict church was on the market for £25,000 in 2013, “with potential, subject to planning” and contains a weeping stone in the nave which never runs dry. Presumably nothing came of the sale. The church was unsafe, boarded up and just a roost for pigeons, with the churchyard brambled, so I’m guessing no consents were granted, and it will slowly decay. The concentric hearts, carefully chiselled on Anne Harries’ lichened headstone, reminders of a long forgotten love, and distant Napoleonic times.It was indeed just before the date on this tombstone (1810) that the last invasion of Britain took place nearby in 1797, when a force of some 1400 French landed, just outside Fishguard. However within 2 days they had surrendered, intimidated and defeated by the redoubtable ladies of the town, and eventually a force led by Lord Cawdor. More can be read about this little known incident by clicking here.

On towards St David’s and wonderful hospitality for 3 nights at Crug Las hotel. A former farmhouse with a fascinating history over centuries, even linking back to the early bishops of St.Davids, this proved to be an ideal base for revisiting some favourite local spots.

A new day, and clear skies saw us heading for the beach at Abereiddy just 5 minutes away and a ‘there and back’ walk along the coastal path to Porthgain.

So much early industrial history here – slate mines, lime kilns, quarries and brick works. Yet none of this now detracts from the fabulous coastline with distant views both North and South.

A Peregrine flew close. Rooks gathered. The moles ignored the trashed, compacted sodden fields. Whither industrial farming in an ever wetter climate?… 

Instead, they’d tunnelled along the grassy, footpath margins… The wind blew, and we were delighted to find after clambering down the steep steps into the tiny harbour and hamlet of Porthgain, that not only was “The Shed” open for lunch, but that the nearby Harbour Lights Art gallery also welcomed in two scruffy walkers with friendly hospitality and a chance to view their amazing selection of quality art works. An exhibition worth visiting in its own right. Click here for more.

By afternoon, the clouds had rolled in, the warmth had left, but still the rain held off..… and the blue lagoon and rock colours took on more sombre Kyffin Williams like tones.We nipped into St. David’s nearly deserted cathedral for a quick wander round and cup of tea in the recently opened, imaginatively designed, refectory cafe. What an amazing place, and history here.

For a change of scene on our last day we headed West of St. David’s to the small village of Middle Mill, which indeed still has a working woollen mill, and where decades earlier we selected colours for two stair carpet widths to be woven for our previous home, one of which, now relocated, still has masses of wear left in our current cottage home. Click here for more on this, the oldest working woollen mill in Pembrokeshire.

The planned walk here saw us circling the upper Solva valley, which exits at the sea just a couple of miles below the mill. What a fantastic walk again, skirting through woods hanging on the valley sides, before crossing the river in more open country over a wonderful old stone bridge and heading back past a Baptist’s chapel dating back to the late 1700’s. Here the graveyard was again looking sadly neglected, with evidence of recent bramble control which may well have created collateral damage to the Butcher’s Broom and clumps of snowdrops distributed around the steep site.

A snack in the mill’s cafe allowed us time to view several large works by locally based artist Jackie Morris, for whom hares are a favourite animal…

… before braving the winds and spray on Newgale beach and engaging in a bit of colourful pebble hunting for our wave wall idea back home.

More simple treasures. More rich memories. More colour extracted from a grey scene.

Back home the weather has continued in changeable mode. A few light frosts. Quite a lot of cloud and much rain.

None of our favourite winter plants seem to mind at all.

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It’s about a month now before we open the garden for the NGS for the first time this year, on the third weekend in February. My American friend, fellow blogger and galanthophile Carolyn fortunately alerted me this week that the garden was featured recently on the Daily Telegraph’s website as one of 17 snowdrop gardens to visit in the UK this spring, and we already have a couple of groups booked in for the weekend, so if any readers are thinking of visiting us then, it might be worth booking a slot sooner, rather than later.

 

 

 

 

5 thoughts on “A Welcome Wind; Beyond Blue Monday; Familiar Haunts, Surprise Treasures.

  1. You have taken such beautiful and interesting walks during your furlough from the garden. It is lovely to be in the countryside but it is so good to discover new things. Here the weather is unusually dull and rainy but I welcome the rain and I am happy that we at last have water running at the bottom of the garden. Amelia

    • Thanks Amelia, and glad that your garden is getting a necessary soaking… for all that we moan about the rain here, on balance we’d rather have this, than drought conditions, or excessive heat – but it’s the low winter light levels which are a bit of a pain just now.
      Re the pebbles, the plan is to place them on the slate capping to our ha-ha wall in between the growth of Persicaria vaccinifolia, which is gradually clambering over its top, a bit like a breaking wave, and tumbling down the far side … a drop of maybe 10 feet or so. It’ll take years to achieve its full potential I guess, but in the meantime finding special pebbles on what is at first glance a uniformly grey stony beach is always a good way of spending an hour or two. I just wishe I was able to identify the rock types/ages. What does Kourosh do with his?? And is he good on the geology side of things?
      Best wishes
      Julian

      • He always wonders about the materials of the stone but alas he has no special knowledge. I have made a pretty arrangement on a shelf in the bathroom and we have tried some of the bigger ones in the planters outside – but less successfully. The slate should be a good background for a display and memory wall.

  2. P.S. What do you do with all the pebbles you collect. Kourosh is a confirmed stone collector and I have interesting collections here and there but there comes a time…

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