Tuesday 12 April 2022

Natural Healing

When large charities such as the RSPB or the National Trust take over a site you can be sure they'll build a car park for visitors. The Wildlife Trusts, on the other hand, seem to have other priorities.



And so it is that those calling at Amwell Nature Reserve in the Lea Valley find themselves parking beside a narrow lane with disintegrating tarmac edges, alongside some of the scruffiest landscape imaginable.



As we cross the footbridge over the River Lea I try to imagine it as the working river it once was, carrying goods from the fertile fields of Hertfordshire to the insatiable appetite of the rapidly growing city of London. Since those grimy days the river has slowly healed, till now it must be approaching the wonderful fishing river that was praised by Izaak Walton in earlier times.



Here on the other side of the bridge we look out over the nature reserve, created from the flooded gravel pits that were once ruthlessly exploited for sand and aggregate to build the houses and factories of good old London town.



Conservationists might like to kid themselves that this is all their work, but the truth is that nature had already given them a head-start and wildlife had found these wetlands long before the area was declared a nature reserve.



Migrating birds are also attracted to this strip of reclaimed land, which is why we'd chosen to visit (though we were also on our way somewhere else in the afternoon - more of that next time). The only migrating bird spotted on the day was a single Little Ringed Plover, and we managed to miss it. Maybe you would like to see one, in which case I can oblige as I photographed one only last week as it toddled along the concrete dam at Grafham Water reservoir. Here it is....



Back to the present: rather disgusted with our lack of success in finding any migrants we decided to take a stroll along the Amwell Walkway.



This path follows the line of an old railway and so continues our theme of heavily used land being returned to a more natural state and being enjoyed for recreation.



And what could be more healing than the sight of trees springing into leaf, seen against the light of the early April sunshine. Walkers, bird-watchers, boat people, anglers, cyclists and joggers all come here these days, for some respite from the noise and chaos of the cities.



A man might stand for hours and search for songbirds perched high in the branches. We could certainly hear them. The unmistakable two-note song of the Chiffchaff. Robins seemed to be in almost every bush, There's the Wren, surprisingly loud for a tiny bird, with that characteristic trill in the middle of its brief song. The Blackbird, a musical maestro, tries a few notes. 



Willow Warblers have been heard already this spring, but not here, not now. We were however rewarded in our searches by some Blackcap, a fine, fine singer when in full flow. But this was not one Blackcap, but about a dozen of them, all in a small area of scrub. So, instead of having a single bird loudly proclaiming that this was his territory, we had the excitement of a few hastily sung notes before a rival chased the singer off on a mad race through the branches, till another bird started singing from elsewhere before the squabbling recommenced. There was one female Blackcap mixed up in all this and presumably adding to the battles among the boys.



Where the old railway travelled through a shallow cutting this gnarled tree clings on desperately. There are fiendish faces in there for the imaginative observer.



Other trees take on such vibrant colours at this time of year....



Winter strips off the leaves and storms break the branches, but every year fresh growth appears and heals the damage.



There's just the faintest tinge of green at the bottom of the reedbeds.



Yes, Mr Goose, you're looking splendid too!



Down beside the River Lea the Marsh Marigolds (or Kingcups) are lighting up the scene. I was asked in a comment on one of my posts to look out for some of these, so here they are, for everyone to enjoy. 



And now we're off to poke about in the woods and see what we can find there.


Take care.


21 comments:

  1. Isn't it wonderful how nature heals itself?

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  2. Nature is solace and healing for me. Thank you.

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  3. Walking that area must make the spirits soar as I find even looking at your shots to be uplifting. Beautiful.

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  4. Quite a beautiful walk there. It always makes me happy to see nature thriving in lands that have been damaged by human behavior. It gives me hope.

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  5. Two special treats for me today!! Those Kingcups I asked you to find for me, and a reminder that the blackcaps are about - but not up here yet. There is not a tree in leaf up here yet John but thank you for the kingcups. The beck that runs through what was our farm was rich with marsh marigolds and the farmer would come in one morning after taking the cows to the meadow after milking and say 'the marsh marigold are out' The blackcap is one of my favourite birds - I rather think I read somewhere that many of them are staying here over winter these days. You don't see all that many of them up here - think we are a bit chilly for them.

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  6. Thanks for the lovely walk. Your trees are so much further ahead than ours here. We learned last year, our first spring here, that spring comes slowly in New Hampshire. It doesn't bust out as it did in Maryland. It does take getting used to.

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  7. What a wonderful place to explore! Nature manages to regrow even in tough circumstances.

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  8. This is a post to linger over, the new green of spring and that walkway which draws one onward. I can hear the birds you describe. Gorgeous!

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  9. Nature does have a way of reclaiming a place. Beautiful shots.

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  10. You really do live a wonderful life! I love these nature postings.

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  11. John, thank you for another lovely walk.

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  12. It's good that money and effort are being put into reclamation.

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  13. As the centrepiece of a delightful post, John, I am very pleased to see a handsome CANADA Goose. Hooray! Nature does reclaim its own, and always will, but if we can give it a helping hand along the way, more to the good. After all it was our assault she had to endure in the first place.

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  14. What a nice post, John! I read through it and then went back to enlarge the photos and look at them all again! Lovely start for my morning here!

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  15. Wonderful photos, especially the gnarled old tree. Like you we have parked in some strange places to get to some of the local Wildlife Trust sites and where they do have a car park they are usually very small and cars today are so huge that it's easy to get trapped in the car parks as well. The Kingcups are beautiful:)

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  16. That was a nice stroll through nature. She always has beauty to share with us humans, wish we would respect it more. Great photography, John.

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  17. I had to laugh at that first photo, too funny. And that ooga booga tree, as my friend Susan calls them, totally creepy. But the walkway is certainly a beauty.

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  18. Oh, what a nice post!! Spring is sprung!

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  19. What a lovely walk! The last picture is amazing!

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  20. Might pretty ground. The trees and wildlife are so impressive. The one gnarled tree would have been a climbing tree when our kids were that age.

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  21. OH,wow, this must have been a fantastic day. It would be wonderful to just be out there. I love that gnarly tree.

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