An extra-long edition of the blog, to make up for the fact that next week’s is likely
to be late in being published, and brief, the date being our AGM.
Photographs: ‘C’ and session-leader. Text by ‘C’:
Where would you most like to be on a
beautiful English summer’s day? As today
has most certainly been.
Green-Gymmers generally tend to head for where wild things are. On a hot day, some creatures like to have
their feet in cool water. Likewise
a couple of our volunteers, at least in the second half of the morning:
We had all begun the session firmly on dry
land, and indeed attending to matters at the level of our own feet. Some fell into category ‘human-engineered’,
others were strictly nature’s own.
For sure, eyes did turn to the sky at various
points in the morning. We were more than
usually aware of working close to “the airfield near the village whose
clock has two elevens”, as William Joyce, aka ‘Lord Haw Haw’, infamously identified it in one
of his WW2 broadcasts made from Nazi Germany:
One of us had his eye very much on the time this morning, as he had a fairly good idea of what air movements to expect, and when.
The first flying thing to attract our
attention, however, was during the preliminary briefing, and was an entirely
natural phenomenon. A banded demoiselle (Calopteryx splendens – ‘ours’ female, by the look of it/her) had landed on the sunhat of one of the
workers:
Getting down to brass tacks, location and
need for the first task were obvious:
To repair, meant first of all taking up the
old:
Which in turn meant that within a very short space of
time, care was needed when moving about on site:
While the engineers decided what exactly was
required to construct the new stretch of boardwalk, ‘lay’ members of the team were engaged in fetching and carrying. First removing
materials which were too decayed to be re-used.
Then bringing specialist items as needed:
It is not very often that one gets to see the
‘inside’, or rather the underside, of one of these walkways:
Meanwhile, other Green-Gymmers were also removing
the wire-overlay from a stretch of boardwalk.
They, however, were doing this
quite deliberately, for the purpose of replacing it with something which would
not have the same capacity to catch on footwear and trip people up if it were
allowed to get old and frayed.
You will have noticed the ‘path closed’
sign. Two similar signs had been
put up at the other end of the footpath:
Only three members of the public attempted to
walk along the path regardless, having walked all the way along
from the Benson-village end. They had to
turn back.
The new anti-slip material was tape. Cutting this into even lengths to fit neatly
in the footfall zone of each plank took three pairs of hands:
To fit the tape in place, meant first of all
finding the end …
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| “At least it’s not as bad as double-sided carpet tape!” |
then hammering down any protruding metalwork
on the board …
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| Session-leader assists while tape-fitter is still trying to free sticky tape from its backing strip |
brushing away any dust …
finally laying the tape:
When a whole stretch had been done, one could
step back and admire, before moving on to the next section:
Time will tell whether the new anti-slip guards
do prove effective, and how long they will last. Even before we left, we were predicting that
they would need to be stapled in place. To
sand each plank, for maximum adhesion of tape to surface, would have been an
impractical proposition.
With two volunteer-teams working with hammers
– to say nothing of noises off, from the A4074 – it was rather a noisy Green Gym
this morning:
On the more peaceful southern side of the
site, other Green-Gymmers were disappearing into shady greenery:
Among the verdant display, on a patch of re-wilded
land, were small hazel trees:
These we had planted in a previous session. The trouble was, we could not remember how
many, or precisely where. This was a pity
because treelets were in danger of being overwhelmed by the more vigorous
growth of weeds.
If they live to be a hundred (which they may
do, if coppiced), they will be laughing at the weeds which tried to outcompete them
in their younger days. Meanwhile,
however, it was up to Green-Gymmers to find infant trees …
then trim the weeds, and leave each sapling standing free:
By tea-break, that team was satisfied that
all small hazel-trees had been located and freed from their bondage to
weeds. And volunteers were ready to pile
tools on a very convenient ‘tool tree’:
Refreshments were taken at the picnic table
in the centre of a flourishing wildflower meadow. At this stage of the year it is hard to
believe that come autumn we will almost certainly be back here, raking dishevelled brown remnants of this luxuriantly vivid growth:
After the break, the weeding party turned
attention to the stream, alongside which the path runs. This is a different habitat again, with its
own distinctive riparian and woodland-edge vegetation:
In many places, the stream is looking very
pretty:
The water not only looks pure: it is tested
regularly, and last time was found to be of drinking quality. Moreover, when standing within the hollow ‘U’
of the banks, it is almost impossible to hear sounds of traffic – hard to credit
that a main road runs so close by!
In other places, again the problem is slightly
over-luxuriant plant growth. Two
Green-Gymmers opted to work from in the stream – with the stream running so
clear and shallow, it is easy to see where the bottom is firm. One volunteer was working in an area where
there was not too much overhanging the line of the stream. The other soon found himself tackling a small
jungle – loppers are not usually carried by draping them over the back of the
neck!
The other area of water calling for Green-Gym
attention was a small pond:
Yes, there is open water there. “Well done for finding it!” was the
session-leader’s comment.
Shears proved useful for trimming vegetation
on the dry(-ish) banks of the pond. To
remove plants growing in the pond, man-made tools were discarded:
When a heap of pond-plant-life had been
pulled out, gradually a dark pool was revealed for passers-by to be wary of:
To remove more of the actual pond plants, a
new tool – with hook – was improvised from a found piece of timber:
To the session-leader it may have looked like
“just a stick”, but it was the most effective implement. In the background of the photo above, waits another
volunteer to use it when first volunteer is done with it.
Fortunately for blog-readers, I cannot
reproduce the foul odours which rose from the pond as the black water was disturbed. One of our colleagues, who came along to see what
the Pond Team was up to, remarked that the murky depths would be:
“Good for bod snorkelling.”“Yuk!” was the response nearly all round.Possibly rather unwisely, another Green-Gymmer casually remarked, “Well I’d be up for it!” before qualifying this with: “… as long as I had the right kit, and a tetanus jab, etcetera.”
I say ‘unwisely’, because the session-leader
was there, and promptly countered, “Well all this can be arranged – and you’ve
committed yourself, in front of many witnesses!”
Fortunately, none of us fell in the
pond. It is always embarrassing to fall
in water, especially if it happens because you are not paying attention to
where you are going – however much you may try to make it look as if that was what you intended to do. But slipping
into that particular area of wild water would mean hogging the bathroom on
return home for rather a long time.
Of course, if it were discovered that
this black mud has healing or beautifying properties, then the fortune of those
responsible for this little nature spot would be made.
Returning to the main body of Green Gym meant
walking along the underpass – a path not popular with all volunteers, but not in
the same league as the Caminito del Rey:
When the various workforces from today
re-assembled at the normal session-end time, we were – as always at Green Gym –
free to leave whenever we liked. Equally
– as always at Green Gym – there were plenty of volunteers ready and
willing to stay on to get a task finished, to the point where the area could be
re-opened to the public.
For the boardway-repair team had a little bit
more to do:
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| No-one had any compunction about (for once) using power-tools to get the job done |
As for me, I headed home – and on the way
caught some glimpses of aircraft returning home, or landing at RAF Benson, to
refuel after the day’s 100th-anniversary flypast. I myself have never seen so many aircraft in
the sky at one time – and probably never will again. The camera does not do justice to the spectacle:
And my Green-Gym colleague was right. He had correctly predicted when the jets would arrive at the air-station.
I think he must also have been right when he added that the Red Arrows
would take off for the last leg of the return-trip to their home base “at 3.30”. Through my open study-window, the roar of jet
engines struck at precisely 15:30.
