A new year, a new lockdown. Outside it’s cold, wet, dark and gloomy. Completing the winter work programme at Wheatfen has become a growing challenge with the recent floods, alongside…
If you go down to the woods today, you’re sure of a big surprise. And I don’t mean the hordes of humming mosquitos, ready to pounce on the unwary visitor…
It was that time of the year again; April, and time to complete an annual claim form for the Rural Payments Agency. This is part of our Countryside Stewardship agreement…
As the lockdown continues across the country in the fight against the coronavirus, people are doing a tremendous job at resisting the urge to break the rules and rush out…
The big, green reciprocating mower had been cleaned, greased and oiled. I had lovingly polished it until it shone in the sunlight... Teamwork makes the dream work! (photos by Rodger…
“Give it a sniff,” they said. “What will it smell like?” I asked in reply, wrinkling my nose at the thought of it... I suspiciously eyed the dark-grey spraint neatly deposited…
The short, dark days of January have finally been left behind as we march into the month of hope – February. That hope is for the longer, milder days, the…
The varied mood swings of the fen are far from subtle during the short daylight hours of mid-winter. We hope and yearn for those crisp, bright, sunny days where the…
It's 5am on Sunday morning; the day of the Wheatfen Bird Ringing demonstration, and an unhealthily early start on what used to be called the “day of rest”. I’ve always…
Hairy Nuts Disco – now that's a phrase which could refer to all manner of shenanigans; let your mind run wild. Poisonpie, Deceiver, Scurfy Twiglet and Fenugreek Stalkball, just another…
September’s harvest moon rose gracefully over the far side of Home Marsh, a pale orb of glowing white elegantly climbing over the reedbed. Its eerie light reflected down to cast…