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Nuthatches scuttle head-first down an elm-bole. A flash of black and an agitated chatter
a Blackbird dashes into cover. Starlings, Fieldfares and Redwings flock together on
the pasture, ceaselessly probing and searching. Look beneath this sliver of bark; it is
bursting with tiny animal life a chrysalis, dozens of woodlice, and two handsome
yellow and brown spiders locked in combat.
Common Woodlouse
Philip Cook
Now we begin to climb steeply. Last summer was damp; the winter that followed was
wet. The grass is spongey underfoot, but the soil of the free-draining limestone outcrop
is surprisingly firm. These rocks tell in their abundant fossils the history of millions of
years of life in this place.
A fallen Elder supports a healthy colony of Auricularia auricula fungus, grey and
floppy and uncannily ear-like; and another fungus, Daldinia concentrica, gives a dead
oak the appearance of suffering from tumours. The woodland floor is criss-crossed with
tracks; they lead to the entrance of a well-established Badger sett. The red-brown
bracken bedding lies tidily airing in the sun, and some yards away is the latrine.
Clawmarks scar the bark of a fallen tree nearby.
Badgers
James Field
Precipitous now, the path climbs between rhododendrons to the Norman castle on the
hill's crest. It is ruinous, but not sadly so. Derelict and dead to the casual eye, it is clothed
with plant life. Curtains of ivy drape the stone walls rising sheer above a perpendicular
cliff, their tops thickly upholstered with moss, lichen, ferns, Ivy-leaved Toadflax; the
minute white blossoms of Whitlow-grass shine profuse as stars among the surging
green.
From this height, the whole broad valley and the hills enclosing it are spread out to our
sight, in infinite shades of green and grey and brown, the sheen of the river, the milky
blue sky. Downstream, White-fronted Geese graze the water-meadows. Soon they will
fly away northwards, to come back again in the autumn as they have done for who
knows how many years? When this castle clattered with men-at-arms, the sentries on
the walls saw a similar yet very different scene no rich valley-bottom farms, no
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