Back to the Bivouac to continue with the tree planting. Last
week’s effort looks good, nothing has fallen over or died.
Fourteen volunteers plus Paul turned up for work, and after
a brief explanation of what work had to be done, planting 900 trees to form a
hedge along the track, the assembled troops were asked for a volunteer to write
the blog, those volunteering to take one step forward. There was a brief moment
of total immobility and silence, broken by the sound of one or two people
quickly shuffling backwards - which explains why I’m writing this.
The NCVs start to gather their tools of the trade.
The trees were a mix of holly, blackthorn, hawthorn,
guelder rose, elder and dogwood, paid for by the Swinton Estate, and they were
to be planted in double staggered rows, in a preordained sequence, along separate
sections of the track. It was decided
that the distance between trees in each line should be 20 cm and canes were
planted accordingly, before it was found that the measurement should be 40 cm
apart. A quick re-arrangement was completed before a further decision was taken
that in some areas this should have been 50 cm. I think our errors were caused
by the absence of two of our three mathematicians, and Angela wasn’t party to
the decision. No problem, it all got sorted and the work went well.
Let's just stick them in here and hope for the best this time.
The possibility of using a tree tube for a medical procedure
passes through Dave's mind as Colin bends over.
A second row of plants is added to ensure a nice thick hedge,
whilst Terry takes a break to practise his marching technique.
So many sticks; so many tubes.
At 11am Paul called a coffee break and we were provided with
tea and coffee in the cafĂ© (AONB please note – real ground coffee served in cafetieres
and imbibed from large china cups or mugs. We could get used to this!). We were fascinated by one of the day’s
specials written on the board: Swinton estate peasant. Sadly this was later
changed to pheasant, perhaps because a contingent of Canadians was expected
later in the day and it was thought that the wrong impression of English
cuisine might be given. More work, then lunch at 1, sitting in the picnic area.
We were shocked by one volunteer who left at this point to join family members
at Harlow Carr, preferring their company and Betty’s carrot cake to lunch in
the open with us.
During lunch Ros K. kindly
regaled us with educational information of a nature and on a subject which it
would be indelicate to explain here. The
tone wasn’t raised by Julia’s interpolations of an equally dubious nature.
After the meal we were wiser but not necessarily eager to pursue the subject in
more detail.
It must have got chilly - Laura's got her Antarctic hat on.
The NCVs finally pay homage to the newly planted hedge.
Terry oversees the moment and makes sure Sally kneels correctly.
Well done folks .....