Thursday, 17 June 2010

Total Disagreement


I’ve mentioned before that SWT were banning hang gliding from the pasture land on Blacka Moor. The reason this is important to all of us even people like me who have no interest in hang gliding is that it’s another example of the conservation industry walking all over people and demonstrating that they care only for their own empires and their own management jobs. A meeting on Tuesday afternoon between the interested parties turned out to be fiery at times. This has become a one-sided battle between two huge publicly funded bureaucracies and one small self employed man who has been told that he can’t carry on his business where he says he has done so for more than 20 years. Steve, who runs courses for those learning hang gliding around the Peak District, uses a small section of the pasture land on Blacka Moor as a ‘nursery slope’. He teaches people to hang glide. As far as I can see they never get more than a few feet off the ground and only travel at most 25 metres. It’s not my choice of activity and I would have reservations about it if it dominated the site and if it was happening a lot more often than it does. As it happens I’m on Blacka more than anyone and have only rarely seen him there; as a lover of wildlife, demonstrated I hope in this blog, I believe that his activities have little or no impact on the bird life of the site. The site has a history of being heavily grazed and is totally artificial – not a natural landscape feature - and it’s designated by its legal covenant as being primarily for recreation. The trouble is that it was stuck on to other local areas and included in these as part of a SSSI in a most unsatisfactory way with no consultation. Steve says he has been doing what he does there for 20 or more years without being told by the landowner that there has been any problem. Now the present crop of conservation people, SWT and their controllers Unnatural England, with no pretence of flexibility, are trying to restrict his activities to a degree he finds unacceptable.

Up to now the activity has been carried out at various times scattered through the year. SWT now want to limit him to a few days in only two months in the year. They claim one reason for this is connected with the bird nesting season which has been defined by U.E. as March 1st to July 31st. The other time is the whole winter period because SWT have only now decided to put cattle on the pasture land from September for supposedly conservation reasons in this artificial landscape, and according to SWT the grazier who owns the cattle claims that Steve’s activities spook the cattle. As the pasture land covers over 100 acres and Steve uses only a tiny part of this space, that sounds very unlikely and I have some reasons for believing that it’s nonsense. Anyway this is land put aside for recreation not for farming. The trouble is that conservation people have so muddled their aims to confuse the public and raise the importance of their jobs that conservation and farming are hard to separate especially in the way they are both heavily subsidised from the public purse.

My other fear is that there is a strategy unfolding here. A few years ago a group of senior citizens who had regularly and benignly flown silent radio controlled gliders on the same land for a few days each year were told they were unwelcome except at times which were of no use to them. They were extremely upset but felt they had to accept and anyway were people who were of a generation unused to flouting authority in any form. This place is becoming sanitised by the managers of wildlife who are getting to be an arrogant and unaccountable body which believes itself to be protected by a certain public sentiment towards wildlife. Will they next start attacking dog walkers? If they succeed in removing them then they may well achieve an objective of reducing human activity dramatically because those with dogs seem to be in the majority of visitors. What we are seeing here is another example of people refusing to consider important principles to further their own narrow interests. They are intent on an aggressive promotion of the conservation economy which has grown in momentum since the original land grab. That happened when Blacka Moor, a site given to the public by a benefactor for the purpose of public recreation, was recklessly handed over by Sheffield City Council to an empire-building conservation charity.

Wednesday, 16 June 2010

Premier League Pottiness

It seems to go with the job that when you attain high office you are obliged to mouth fatuous platitudes about things you know nothing about. Thus our Prime Minister at Question Time today telling us that our "beautiful uplands were only beautiful because they had been managed"; this was in reply to a question from Sir Alan Beith. It can be safely assumed that neither of the two had ever spent a single minute on Black Hill or any other treeless waste. Wainwright famously described it as a 'desolate and hopeless quagmire' . Many moorland areas are little better, having been managed to destruction by the removal of trees. Mind you I may be wrong about Cameron and Beith. They could just be the types to have spent time shooting grouse in such areas - though they would not have been there to admire the view.


What a difference on Blacka Moor, undeserving of its severe sounding name and lucky indeed that management of the sort so admired by those who spout conventional approval of upland management, stopped early in the last century allowing the landscape and wildlife to express itself with some eloquence.

Monday, 14 June 2010

Sounding Cataract



Time for some verse

For nature then
(The coarser pleasures of my boyish days,
And their glad animal movements all gone by)
To me was all in all.--I cannot paint
What then I was. The sounding cataract
Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock,
The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood,
Their colours and their forms, were then to me
An appetite; a feeling and a love,
That had no need of a remoter charm,
By thought supplied, nor any interest
Unborrowed from the eye.--That time is past,
And all its aching joys are now no more,


If you think there's anything to add, Wordsworth wrote much more in his Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey.

Sunday, 13 June 2010

Culture Clash



It is hard to empathise with those whose views and decisions originate from a wholly different way of looking at the world. Hence the professional conservationists who see this beautiful landscape as 'unfavourable' could not be further from myself. To me this wonderful example of nature going its own way having been released from a previously repressive and artificial management regime is one of the finest assets of the region. One must come to an understanding of how this opposition comes about. A luxuriance of natural vegetation bringing an explosion of wildlife and birdsong and a heartwarming visual delight is not difficult to celebrate, but the person who earns a living by controlling things and ticking off targets can do no other than apply an office blueprint. And greenery and trees in leaf and flower bring no satisafction to those who want to impose heather. It must be a sad life, but at least it pays the mortgage. Yet nature is winning here at the moment and the early June birdsong can be bettered nowhere. Each clump of trees has its own secret.

Grazing

Despite my observation that the absence of farm animals and management has made Blacka a much more fascinating and enjoyable place, the dead bureaucratic hand of Natural England has insisted that farm animals are what it must have. This is their orthodoxy and they have not the recource to a more imaginative approach available to those who truly know and love the place. Yet their cattle grazing, slavishly administered by ther servants at SWT, has never been without problems. The alien beasts were supposed to be here in April but have still not appeared. Meanwhile deer, the wholly natural grazers, not dragooned or conscripted but simply doing what nature left to its own devices does on Blacka, are here this evening helping to balance the diverse needs of a landscape. A pity the artificial power lines compromise the wildness of the scene as much as the cattle would!

Saturday, 5 June 2010

A Tree with Character



One of my top favourite trees is not easy to photograph. This superb and vaguely disquietening alder is nearly always in shade. That's fine for anyone who loves the mystery of these woods. But for a good record as a photo you need more light. Today the sun was just right to reveal it without destroying the mystery. Arthur Rackham would have loved it.
Butterflies are not one of my main interests though I enjoy seeing them. I simply react to the over-emphasis on birds and butterflies by the conservationist lobby who think that all countryside must be managed for 'biodiversity' (or rather biodiversity grants). The Speckled Wood here has a liking for fresh bracken though more often prefers bramble.


Thursday, 3 June 2010

Looking Sleek


Just a few weeks ago the stags we met had scruffy coats. They had reminded me of the comfortable but shabby clothes I've always been reluctant to throw away. Today they are well kitted out in the latest fashion and colours worthy of their name.
The youngest of the group had very simple antlers. When the other four had cleared the wall with no bother he fussed about for a while and then unconvincingly scrambled over.