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Fox Fritillary Meadow

26 Tue Apr 2016

Posted by Clare Pooley in Days out, literature, plants, Rural Diary

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Fox Fritillary Meadow, Framsden, fritillaries, In the Artist's Garden, meadow, Post Mill, Ronald Blythe, Saxtead Green, Suffolk, Suffolk Wildlife Trust, wild flowers

I belong to the Suffolk Wildlife Trust, one of the 47 Wildlife Trusts in the UK and recently, while looking through their list of upcoming events I spotted a guided walk round Fox Fritillary Meadow in Framsden.  It was recommended that I book a place, not because of limited space but so I could be contacted if there weren’t enough flowers in bloom to make my visit worthwhile.  I was very pleased when Alice phoned me shortly afterwards suggesting she stay with us that weekend.

A few days after making the reservation I was happy to find a mention of the meadow in the book I was currently reading;  ‘In the Artist’s Garden’ by Ronald Blythe.

He says of fritillaries … ‘Every April and May, from time immemorial, they show themselves in my orchard to remind me of what I have come to think of as their native land – Framsden, in Suffolk.’

He remembers his youthful visits to the meadow …

It is there, at the long pasture in the dell, which is covered with these speckled, bell-shaped, vaguely sinister blooms – the British species of genus Fritillaria liliaceae.  It was an hour’s bike-ride from my house, and a proper pilgrimage for a member of the Wild Flower Society.  And Mrs Fox, tall, elderly and generous, standing at the gate to welcome us where snake’s heads grew.

For 50 weeks her long meadow was no more than two acres of dank grass, with a lush drainage ditch severing it; but when the fritillaries came, it turned into the Plains of Enna when Persephone set foot in them.  There they were – hundreds, thousands of them, some a papery white, but most a muted purple colour with the reptilian markings that gave them their nickname.  Nightingales sang over them.  There was a cold wind blowing, as well as these mysterious spring flowers.

It would have been a Saturday afternoon when Mrs Fox was at home.  There were so many of them that we never knew where to tread, and when we left she would give us little fritillary bouquets.  This was the time when country people believed that the more you picked the more they grew – a policy that rioted when it came to bluebells.

Fritillaries were so called by the Romans after their dice box, or shaker, which was one of the few personal belongings that a soldier carried around.  This, and a chequer-board. ‘And they crucified him, and parted his garments, casting lots, that it might be fulfilled which was spoken by the prophet, They parted my garments among them and upon my vesture did they cast lots’.

I have a rather beautiful book (sent to all members in 2011 to celebrate the Suffolk Wildlife Trust’s 50th anniversary) which includes a photograph of the meadow and a little about its history.  In it I am told that the meadow was sprayed in 1957 with a broad-leaved selective herbicide, as the owner hoped to benefit the fritillaries by killing all the other plants.  The fritillaries survived because they are members of the narrow-leaved lily family.  Cowslips, cuckooflower and ragged-Robin are slowly returning but compared with other meadows where fritillaries are found this meadow is less diverse.  The Trust acquired the meadow in 1977 when the farm was sold, as Queenie Fox the owner wanted to be sure the fritillaries would be safeguarded.

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The field we crossed on our way to the fritillary meadow.

The morning of Saturday the 23rd April was cold and breezy with many heavy hail showers.  The Trust hadn’t contacted me so we assumed the open day was going ahead.  By lunchtime the showers were dying out and when we set off on the 45 minute journey the sun was shining – but it was still cold!

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The entrance to the meadow.

We found the site easily and joined others eager to see these strange flowers.  At first, on entering the meadow through the gate, we didn’t see where the flowers were but a few steps further on and the mass of blooms became obvious to us.  We carefully picked our way through the flowers, sometimes crouching down to admire them more fully, but all the while the further we walked the more flowers there were to see.  The tributary of the River Deben which Blythe mentions as bisecting the field is still there but sadly, we heard no nightingales.

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When we had had our fill of fritillaries we left for home, stopping off at Saxtead Green to admire the Post Mill there.

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Saxtead Post Mill – now owned and run by English Heritage

 

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Richard and the Post Mill

 

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Saxtead Post Mill

 

P1000036Ladies' Smock

Some Lady’s-smock or Cuckooflower (Cardamine pratensis) that was growing on the green by the mill.

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A Winter Miscellany

06 Wed Jan 2016

Posted by Clare Pooley in churches, Days out, family, literature, plants, Rural Diary, trees, walking

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bare trees, birch, corsican pine oak, Harleston, hedgehog, honeysuckle, pinks, primulas, Robert Louis Stevenson, Scots Pine, St Cross South Elmham, St Georges church, The Black Arrow, Tunstall Forest, viburnum bodnantense, walking, winter-flowering honeysuckle

I had a lot of difficulty trying to think of a title to this post as it is made up of a mishmash of lots of different photos taken from the beginning of December up to New Year’s Day and at a number of locations.

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A young hedgehog I saw wandering about the garden during the day at the beginning of December.

This little creature looked healthy enough, though still not quite full-grown.  It seemed unbothered by my presence and was trotting about looking for and finding things to eat in the garden.  The photo is a little blurred because it didn’t keep still long enough for me to take a good picture of it.  Hedgehogs are normally nocturnal mammals and only emerge during the daytime if disturbed or hungry.  They hibernate during the winter but emerge during mild spells of weather to feed.

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The Viburnum bodnantense is in full flower and smells divine!

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The Winter-flowering Honeysuckle is also flowering and its scent is beautiful.

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The Primulas in Richard’s border are in flower and his Pinks are covered in flower-buds.

Not only do we have all these flowers but also miniature Iris, Grape Hyacinths and Hyacinths are in flower.  On my travels I have seen Daffodils, Snowdrops and Winter Aconites.  My mother’s garden has Hardy Geraniums still in flower from the autumn and also the bright red flowers of Ornamental Quince.  We have had a lot of rain (though much less than in the north and north-west of the country) – the ditches are filling fast, the roads are thick with mud and have standing water on them and parts of our garden are like a quagmire.  The grass hasn’t stopped growing but it is too wet for it to be cut.  I spent some time a few days ago pulling out Stinging Nettle runners from under our Crabapple tree.

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This seaweed-like algae has started growing out from the edge of the grass onto our driveway.

DSCN0059St George's church St Cross

This is St George’s church at St Cross South Elmham – another of the churches in our benefice.

I had reason to call in to this church a couple of days before Christmas and while there I thought I’d take a few photos.  I didn’t have much time to spare so only took a few pictures – I hope to return there again soon and finish the job.

The church is large and seems very tall especially as one approaches it from the bottom of the valley.  I didn’t have time to walk round the outside of the church or visit the grave of the Canadian poet and writer, Elizabeth Smart.

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Inside the church

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Sunlight entering through the clear windows

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A very attractive pulpit and the tiny staircase that used to climb up to the rood loft

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I like the little bracket on the wall above the reading desk.

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The altar with its painted reredos. The picture on the left is of St George.

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The pretty pipe-organ.

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The heater – a venerable one!

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A watcher from up in the roof.

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In this photo you can see where the face is. There are others elsewhere in the church.

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This person with the jolly face, long auburn hair and white shirt is up in the roof too.

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This carving round the door is in the porch.

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This is part of the wooden ceiling to the porch.

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This is The Beck flowing through St Cross.

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The road crosses The Beck by a bridge which I looked over to watch the water racing through underneath.

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The Magpie (or as it’s now known, the JD Young Hotel – so boring!) in Harleston.

We stopped off in Harleston on our way back home after taking Alice to the station on New Year’s Eve.  Harleston is a town on the north side of the River Waveney and in Norfolk.  The Waveney is the border between Suffolk and Norfolk.

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This is another view of the town from the same spot – outside the bank where Richard was withdrawing some money. By the time I had taken this photo he had finished the transaction and had walked off, as you can see.

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The Swan. Another of the inns in Harleston

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The Adnam’s Shop, Harleston.

After we had finished our shopping we treated ourselves to a wander round this shop.  Adnam’s is a local brewery based in Southwold.  They brew many different types of beer and ale and recently have started to produce wines and spirits as well. They opened a very large store selling their beers and spirits and also cooking utensils, china and glassware in Southwold.  This shop in Harleston is a much smaller version of their main store.

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Tunstall Forest

On New Year’s Day, Richard, Elinor and I went for a walk in Tunstall Forest.  The forest is managed by The Forestry Commission and is about 20 miles to the south of where we live.

One of my favourite books when I was a girl (and I still enjoy reading it now) was The Black Arrow by Robert Louis Stevenson.  I was overjoyed to find that I was living near the Tunstall Forest of the book when I moved to Suffolk in 1988.  Surprisingly, this walk was the first time I had visited the place.

The day was very dull and the ground was muddy from the quantities of rain we had had recently.  It was difficult getting decent photos of the walk and there wasn’t much to see of special interest.  However, the walk in the fresh air and in good company was good in itself.

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The forest is predominantly Scots Pine and Corsican Pine used as a crop but since the Great Storm of 1987 when many of the trees were lost, it has been replanted with mixed woodland.

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The rides through the forest are wide and sandy and I look forward to returning here in the spring and summer.

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The Gorse was in flower and the bright yellow flowers were a welcome sight.

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I noticed this toadstool at the edge of the path.

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More fungi.

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Another view from our walk

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A fallen tree with its roots in the air.

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I was surprised to see these new Oak leaves

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New Honeysuckle leaves

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A fine tree next to the ride.

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Proof that I didn’t walk alone. Elinor in the foreground and Richard in the distance.

And now for my music choice.

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