Hedgehog Envy

I am envious of people who have hedgehogs visiting their gardens; it is a very long time since we saw one in our garden and despite offering every inducement to them, including a rather cosy hedgehog house and a passageway in our fence, we have drawn a blank. I have a friend who boasts about the variety of birds that visit her garden and I find myself drawn into a fruitless competition with her: ”Red Kites always visit my garden and eat the meat I leave out for them”

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High Summer.

The essence of high summer, for me, is to see Swifts skirring the evening sky in search of insects, calling with their ear piercing cry. Parent birds will harvest up to a thousand insects,store these in their crops before feeding them to the hungry youngsters waiting at home. In hot, dry weather they will fly very high and they are said to be the fastest bird on wing in this country. Apparently the Peregrine only exceeds this record when they dive. Swifts arrive in April and leave in August and, like other migrants, travel amazing distances. Ornithologists have fitted geolocators to the birds, revealing that they can fly 800 Kms (500 miles) in a day. These remarkable little birds spend most of their lives flying, only landing when they nest; they even sleep on the wing, having the capacity to shut one half of their brains down into sleep mode, while the other half remains awake.

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Holmbury Hill

Sherborne Lane is a footpath leading up to Holmbury Hill which lies north of Ewhurst. The path starts at the edge of the lowland Wealden Clay and soon begins to climb the greensand of  the hills. I cannot find out why this path is given a name, as most are not, and nor can I discover where the name comes from. At first it skirts meadowland bordered by hedgerows, moving in an easterly direction. In the hedgerows the Elder trees are now in bloom, promising a good harvest of berries for amateur wine-makers in the autumn. Country lore tells us that, ‘English summer begins with Elder flowers and ends with Elder berries.’ There are many superstitions associated with the tree and it is believed to have potent magical properties because a tree spirit known as the Elder Mother resides in the plant. Readers of ‘Harry Potter’ will know that the most powerful wand in the realm is made of sambuccas and is called the ‘Elder Wand’. It is truly wonderful how our hedgerows are steeped in history, folk tradition, medicinal remedies and ancient stories: when you walk any path, you are walking in an avenue haunted by the past and it is almost as if our ghostly ancestors walk alongside us.

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Bees and bullocks.

Walking in the countryside is not normally regarded as a hazardous pastime; this week my rambles have led to encounters which I would sooner forget. My first adventure took place on the footpath that skirts Bramblehurst Farm and leads to the Ockley Road. I was with Jackie and my daughter Beth, when Beth ahead of me exclaimed, ‘I’m not going in there!’ At first I thought she didn’t want to go through the stinging nettles that have encroached onto the path but then I saw that there were two bullocks standing by the stile. I felt sure that dangerous animals wouldn’t be in a field crossed by a path and so I got over the stile and tried to coax the young bullocks away from the fence. During this both Jackie and Beth were far from happy: nor were the animals, who began scraping their hoofs and lowering their heads. Before I knew it, one of them head butted me into the fence and I beat a hasty, ignominious retreat. Needless to say I didn’t hear the last of it for a while. This encounter reminded me of Stanley Holloway’s famous broadcast of Marriott Edgar’s ‘The Lion and Albert.’ Albert is taken to the zoo, brandishing his stick with its ‘orse’s ‘ead ‘andle’, after finding, ‘notin’ to laugh at all’ at the seaside. Albert pokes Wallace the lion in his ear:

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