Category: Into nature

Posts about nature particularly forests and woodlands

  • A Place to Rest on Iford Hill

    A Place to Rest on Iford Hill

    It is strange but true, that I have walked over Iford Hill on the South Downs over three decades. I enjoy the magic when a forest wakes up in the springtime, but our lockdown currently precludes such adventures. Pragmatically/creatively, I have found myself revisiting local South Downs rambles from decades earlier. The weather forecast for today was some sort of Arctic disaster movie scenario. High up on top of the downs, it was cold, but the huge fluffy clouds and bright sunshine more than compensated for the over-hyped chill.

    I found myself revisiting some footpaths in a triangle between Lewes, Rottingdean and Saltdean. These were paths I first walked in the late 1980s and early 1990s. I used to escape up onto this downland when Brighton got too busy in summer.  I remembered wearing shorts and a T-shirt. Back then, the challenge was the heat, not the cold wind. The walk revealed itself to me step by step.  As I walked, it was like catching up with an old friend, as I remembered and misremembered parts of the walk. The walk witnessed somebody thirty years older, now with an arthritic knee, but still purposefully walking as if he knew where he was going. As I walked up Swanborough Hill, I remembered/fantasised about a resting place. Would that seat still be there decades later, or had I misremembered?

    Iford Hill Bench
    Iford Hill Bench

    I was delighted to see that the large tree trunk, which had been hollowed out to create a long seat, was still there. It offered a wonderful vantage point (see photograph) from where you could see Iford, Kingston near Lewes, Lewes, and so much beautiful countryside. There was a plaque (see photograph) remembering David Cripps and a second plaque remembering his Mum. The seat had been designed by pupils at Northease Manor School. I have the vaguest of memories of when this seat first appeared in the early 1990s; it became a favourite lunch stop for sandwiches on my 10/12-mile rambles back in the day. Now, it seemed to serve more as a milestone urging myself and others to remember. The land in front of this seat was bare from footprints, so many stories invested in this special place.

    The seat was being reclaimed by nature and I strangely approved. It was a wonderful spot in nature but exposed to all of the elements, nature was always going to claim it back. As I meditated on my journey through life, I began to wonder about the pupils who designed this seat. What twists and turns had their lives taken, what about David Cripps, was he a teacher at the school?

    The internet makes desk research too easy. I found in the January 2019 Weekly Digest of Northease Manor School a feature about this seat that had captured my imagination. A Duke of Edinburgh group from the school had encountered the seat on a hike. Oddly though, the feature had to acknowledge that they were uncertain of Mr Cripps association with their school and that an internet search had yielded no further information. I am certain that there was an association, but the memorial was placed three decades ago. Memories fade as we fade away. Again I found myself strangely comfortable with this passage of time.

    Update 24/12/22

    Unexpectedly, I found myself passing this bench again on a Christmas Eve downland walk from Lewes to Saltdean.

    As reflected on earlier the bench was slowly and elegantly being reclaimed by nature. As a resting place and as a wonderful viewpoint it gave joy to many ramblers. However, eventually everything and everyone returns to nature.

  • Friston Forest – Autumn 2019

    Friston Forest – Autumn 2019

    It is odd but when I go down to Friston Forest change and transformation makes most sense. I love how the old trees and old leaves give way to new trees and new leaves, a waltz in which old growth contributes to new growth. In the spring of 2020 I will witness that surge of new growth which is exciting and energising, but I will remember it is grounded literally (as the young people like to say), but also metaphorically in the past. My favourite woodland because of accessiblility is Friston Forest and I have enjoyed getting lost in Friston Forest many times.

    Fungi in Friston Forest
    Fungi in Friston Forest

    On this occasion it was the most beautiful morning. We had had days and days of heavy rain, but this morning was warm and sunny. It made for this mist as the wood warmed up, which I have tried to capture here.

    Fence and Pathway in Friston Forest
    Fence and Pathway in Friston Forest

    My goal was to get down and dirty with the fungi. The warm and wet summer made for some great photo opportunities and for a while I lost myself in nature.

    Fungi in Friston Forest
    Fungi in Friston Forest

    Natural magic was at work in those woods and I was privileged to behold it. So I said goodbye to Friston Forest for another year and look forward to that spring surge of energy!

    Friston Forest Trees
    Friston Forest Trees
  • Woodland Decaying March 2012

    Woodland Decaying March 2012

    The past, present and  future of changing is  made explicit in the natural cycles within the woods – woodland decaying.  I have been fascinated for years in watching these processes of art and craft.  We are at the eve of spring and you can see the buds just about to happen, there are the early shoots of spring flowers this is the present looking towards the future. But simultaneously you can see the past, beneath your feet last years leaves.  They make the leaf mould that  helps to feed tomorrow’s plants.  It is all here and I was there today.

    I ventured into Friston Forest which still looks naked at this time of year, but  despite being undressed it maintains its quiet charm.  I spent  some enjoyable time photographing fallen trees covered in moss.  The forest was claiming the trees for tomorrow’s life, but doing it in such a beautiful way.   Hope to do some  more shots soon as I really need bright sunlight to illuminate the greens as I saw them.

    I returned home very satisfied with my adventures, only to be greeted by nature’s encore.  As  I peered into my pond I could see frog spawn.  It connected me with my distant past as a child and  had  big impact.  Also, in the present  I was able to see the future frogs in the making – isn’t nature wonderful?

  • Saltdean Surf’s Up

    Saltdean Surf’s Up

    Saltdean surf’s up – over recent months, sunsets and sunrises have caught my imagination like never before. Apart from birth and death, they are the most visual and symbolic endings and beginnings in our lives. Literally the day begins and the day ends.  Whilst what comes in-between is often just noise, sunrises and sunsets are always a performance. I watch them closely in a vain attempt to capture the spectacle.  Even a cloudy sunset or sunrise goes through a series of unique acts,each with high points and low lights.  It is as if some otherworldly director is directing the production.  It is easy to understand why earlier civilisations organised their societies around such natural forces.

    My focus has been trying to capture such changes in skies using  a simple camera.  This has been a learning curve and continues to be  a learning curve. I love the forests, but at this time of year they are sleeping, but come  March and April they will awaken again and I hope to be there, part of nature. As I took the photographs the tide was coming in and the sound was captured and echoed by the cliffs.

    As the skies changed the sounds changed, it all felt very primordial – magic happens.