The WGG magic wand worked again.
Saturday and Sunday were dank and damp;
Monday morning was pretty wet too. Wednesday’s
forecast is heavy rain. But our day – Tuesday
– started gloriously. Clear skies had
given us a frost overnight; then the sun got to work:
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| Our RV point this morning |
As members arrived (there were 16 of us altogether),
most of us found ourselves having to stand with backs to the sun so as not to
be dazzled:
The only snag was that the site where we were
to work is also the rain catchment pond for the local housing, down the path beside the notice-board:
Wellington boots were essential to cope with
the soggy and muddy ground. The task was
to continue the coppicing of the willow, which thrives on the wet ground. At first sight, the area where we had worked
before looked completely clear:
There were, however, a few willow-stools
lining the sides which were earmarked by the site warden for cutting back, plus
plenty more elsewhere. So it was ‘just’ a
question of cutting them down:
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| “It is a bit sploshy this morning!” |
– Except that the cut timber then had to be
dragged over the mud to the other side of our work area:
There another member was trimming and
stacking tidily:
Most of the group had crossed the little
stream on site to reach the ‘elsewhere’ of which the warden had spoken. Others stayed back first to complete the clearance
of the area where we had worked before. Having
done that, a smaller party left the fill-pond area altogether in search of the two
promised “larger willows”, of which the warden had spoken in her introduction. Those willows were not to be taken out altogether,
merely relieved of certain large branches which were not only overhanging the
line of a footpath, but also overbalancing the trees so much that the weight
was actually lifting the bases of these venerable specimens.
Large branches fell to WGG saws, and were
then reduced for carrying to the nearby compost heap:
A start was also made on trimming the new
hedge-line formed. These smaller items for removal included brambles snaking down from above, and nettles springing
up below.
Meanwhile, back at the fill-pond some of the
group disappeared to the other side of the meadow. The prospect of tea and three different kinds
of cake (fruit, chocolate, and coffee – variety being one of the advantages of a
large work-party) brought them back to base quickly enough at the break:
The rest of us were then able to find out
what they had been up to:
At session end, there was a set of contented
Green-Gymmers discussing who had the muddiest trousers – and a beautifully
stacked pile of willow, which was hiding behind a small sea of mud:
