Showing posts with label ivy clearance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ivy clearance. Show all posts

Tuesday, 9 April 2019

Fresh-Air pills


The health benefits of getting outdoors seem to be seriously in vogue at the moment.

My own village has just opened a ‘fresh-air gym’, which is meant for “youths and adults”:


Despite the fierce notice – “This is NOT children’s play equipment” – inevitably it has been much clambered over by small persons.  They have explored all the playground-possibilities to be had from fixed exercise-equipment, while grown-ups had to wait their turn to have a go.

Also in the last week, there was a research paper published on the efficacy, and dosage required, of self-administered NE therapy (‘nature experience’).  This was widely covered in the British press.  According to the study, “The efficiency of a nature pill per time expended was greatest between 20 and 30 min, after which benefits continued to accrue, but at a reduced rate.”  (‘Urban Nature Experiences Reduce Stress in the Context of Daily Life Based on Salivary Biomarkers’ – Mary Carol R Hunter, Brenda W Gillespie, Sophie Yu-Pu Chen, Frontiers in Psychology, 4 April 2019)

NE was defined for the purposes of the study as “spending time in an outdoor place that brings a sense of contact with nature, at least three times a week for a duration of 10 min or more.”  A Green-Gym session lasts considerably longer than that – though we don’t do much sitting around, and certainly not all day long.  Nevertheless, Green Gym could be designated one of our three ‘nature experiences’ a week, alongside the daily five portions of fruit & veg, eight glasses of water (or tea, coffee …) a day, etc?

For an efficacious NE, the researchers found, “You don’t have to travel to the wildlands.”  Which was just as well really, for today we travelled no further than a nearby village. 

The main priority there was a freshly re-opened footpath.  The line of the path had been cleared by a local ramblers’ group, under the direction of an Oxfordshire County Footpaths Officer.  Our task was to make it more pleasant to use.

The first thing to do was to have a coorie for potential targets. 


– Another new OED word there.  ‘Coorie’, noun or verb, Scots: ‘search, hunt, stalk’.  Green-Gym vocabulary is ever expanding, though we probably won’t have much use for what one of our volunteers clearly thought was a newly minted term (but actually Americans have got there first): ‘bloomage’.

There were some interesting splashes of colour – all right, bloomage – around us, on what was otherwise rather a grey day.  Bluebells and forsythia we can identify.  Can anyone help with naming these?




From the newly-installed public-footpath sign at one end, Green-Gymmers worked their way up the stretch of new path, smoothing and beautifying the way:




Some volunteers clearly found larger targets to tackle than others, and needed to deploy a range of tools.  I think the loppers in the snap proudly recorded by one Green-Gymmer below are just for size comparison!



Towards the top end of the path was an old post which needed removing.  First one volunteer had a go, then called for reinforcements.  Two strong men then pulled and heaved, and levered …




… to no avail.  Then it was three people on the job:



At last, result! and the inevitable posing for pictures, with the prize ‘catch’ before it was taken to the brash pile:





After that, besides the need for refreshment, it was time to collect up tools and re-group:



In the second half of the session, some volunteers turned their attention to the driveway leading up to the allotments – limited, of course, by having to look out for, and skirt round, ‘live’ birds’ nests:



Others donned hi-vis and returned to the roadway which runs parallel to the newly refurbished footpath.  This was where we had done our first Green-Gym job in that village.


Again there was encroaching vegetation to cut back, more dead wood to be removed, and dying wood to be freed from the grip of ivy.  Here a volunteer has a handsaw to old projecting roots, which were to be trimmed level with the ground:



Thankfully the rain which was forecast to turn heavy at mid-day did no such thing.  There was, however, enough of the wet stuff around to mean that today’s ‘after’ pictures are not the most spectacular:




Tuesday, 22 January 2019

And here is the full story of life today in the Green-Gym universe


Even the ducks were enjoying the scene.  It was a beautiful day, sun on the river, what was not to like:




Humans, however, had no time to relax and merely enjoy the view.  The first task tackled was a familiar one: filling potholes in the slack road.  Two volunteers duly set to, finding a barrow, filling it, then filling a few holes, and dancing on them to pack the gravel down:





A second team – the experienced engineers – took on another task familiar from a different site: repairing the rotten base of a section of boardwalk.




Meanwhile, a larger group set to work on the ivy that was ever so slightly overwhelming the fence by the road:



Originally the request was to cut off the ivy along the top of the fence and just give the ivy growing outwards “a haircut trim.”  Site management was worried lest it be only the ivy which was holding up the fence.  As soon as the ivy was cut off the top, however, it peeled away from the fence; WGG destructive instincts kicked in; and most of the ivy ended up in a barrow, and from there to a pile for burning next time; and the fence is still standing strong & sturdy.



Yet another group was tasked with raking out where a willow tree had been removed previously, then bagging up the brash and dragging that too for burning at some point in the future: 





No bonfire today!  Overnight there had been a downpour as can be seen by the state of the road:



So our tea break did not have its usual glow to warm us:



After the break, another task was produced: moving piles of cut weeds, nettles and grass over to the reptile home.  (Not that we saw any of the resident reptiles.)





Towards session end, the ivy group was putting the finishing touches to the fence, and the two road menders were still working hard on the potholes.  We managed to finish on time, though.  Which was just as well really.  The Green Gym weather had behaved perfectly, as it should.  The day changed dramatically after we had arrived home: