Monday, 16 March 2015

Branching out...


Can't see the wood for the trees...woodn't it be good...This post is about coppicing and woodland management and I asked Beth to come out with a witty title so you can imagine the endless smut she came up with... :rolleyes:

Following on from CumbrianRambler’s “14 things hiking can learn from gaming ”, woodland management has already been made into computer games such as A world of Keflings, Age of Empires and some other farming based games. These strategy sim games are hugely popular just as woodland management was when it started sometime after the Ice Age.


Milling logs for nice big stacks of timber
Just as the game goes, chop trees to make logs, use the logs to make basic Mills, Mills to process timber, timber to build houses and more productive mills. With more productivity came the need for more skilled workers, coppice workers and carpenters. And so the need-productivity cycle began. Of course the next age would bring stone but I’ll leave that till I start learning mining and dry-stone walling ;-)
I don’t know the facts and figures but it would seem our British woodlands are dying and losing their biodiversity and ecosystems. As we have become less dependent on woodlands for our livelihood previously managed and coppiced woodlands have been neglected. Nature has been left to its own devices and not always for the better. As woodland canopies close up the rich array of wildlife and flowers decline so you often have completely bare ground and field layers.  Browsing animals in particular Deer have had a big influence in changing the diversity of woodland.

Now I could have got the wrong end of the stick with all of this so Tony feel free to correct me and I’ll replace it with just the nice pictures.

Anyway what is all this about. I have been learning lots on how to coppice from Tony the expert coppicer , Cumbria Wildlife trust, Cumbria Woodlands and private woodlands, so it’s been interesting seeing it from different standpoints. The main concern at the moment is the heavy decline of the High Brown Fritillary butterfly which still resides around Morecambe Bay and south Cumbria and opening woodland floor by reintroducing coppicing gives the butterfly the habitat it needs.
Shoots re-growing from a coppice stool



This time I have been helping out with Tony at a private wood and really appreciated being asked to help out and I think the owner was too. With a management plan in place to get the once coppiced trees back into a rotation by setting up a number of coups, opening the ground for flowers and butterflies,  while also encouraging all wildlife from birds to badgers, deer to owls and even a Peregrine flying overhead into the woodland for the owner to enjoy.
 

Hazel flowers and catkins




 It was time for felling, I'm quite pleased with myself I can use a bowsaw on a 15cm diameter tree and get it to fall exactly where I want it but I haven't ventured out into chainsawing yet:-(  brash stacking, ground clearing, log rolling, brash clearing, log stacking, tree planting (Cherry, lime, Whitebeam, Hornbeam, spindle),log stacking, brash burning, log stacking and coup fence building.











A great tool for dragging large long logs

Video of Tony using a Danish cut to fell the tree in the right direction
What to fell a tree a different direction it's leaning to, try the Danish cut


Video of 'Scarring for standing dead wood'

Cherry


Spindle
Trees planted in coup


tony sawing logs


Brash burning



Temporary fencing to protect newly planted trees from browsing




So now we wait for nature to take its course and grows according to plan. Would be great to see how it develops over the years.



Monday, 16 February 2015

Wood Whittling

Since getting a birthday present last year to make an English longbow from scratch using traditional tools we have joined Spoonclub (Spooniversity) run by Tony Saunders of Ynot Coppice where we have been making various spoons (CumbrianRambler makes spoons) It has been fun to work with wood and interesting learning traditional techniques and tools such as a shave horse, drawknife and spokeshave.

From axing to draw kniving to spoke shaving to tillering all in the fabulous gardens of Greystoke quirky cafe








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Another glorious day whittling away in the woods, this time tent pegs for an Agincourt re-enactment. In October it will the 600th anniversary of the battle of Agincourt and my pegs will be there in French soil. Once I finished carving them with a drawknife I tested one out, it works! Though being chunky they probably also could be hurled at the French. Fetche la vache!





It works, next stop Agincourt battlefield!




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New tool: Pole lathe & treadle
New location: This time from the garden at Leighton Moss.
Difficulty: Foot-hand co-ordination with added public!


I was looking forward to helping out with carving and in Leighton Moss too so what's not to love. It took me a while to realise I was probably going to have an audience especially being a sunny Sunday at the beginning of half term. First time on a lathe so no pressure...

First off Tony had to make another Oak Dragonfly for the wildlife garden then on to a rounders bat for the nephews. It's a clever piece of Viking invention the pole lathe and treadle. Cord is attached to the treadle (foot pump) wrapped around the piece of wood and to a flexible hazel pole in the ground or in our case a bungee cord (a fine 20th century invention). As you press down on the treadle, the cord rotates the wood allowing you to use gouges to shape the wood.

Many folk stopped to watch which really didn't put me off my rhythm honest, not that I had any to begin with. It certainly was a work out for the legs but being up the fells a lot I didn't find that an issue. The issue was more of a mental workout. I was quite surprised how much co-ordination you needed to pump with one leg, moving the gouge towards and away from the wood all while also moving it in an even horizontal plane. "Foot down gouge out, foot up gouge in. Foot down gouge out, foot up gouge in..." I was thinking to myself.

I think it showed as a couple of the female spectators commented on men's multi-tasking and rhythm. Not sure if it was a subtle dig at me but to be fair in my case it was true.



I love the smell of Oak tannins in the morning

Splitting Oak isn't easy with the wrong tools

The natural twist in this Sycamore makes for bouncy pole lathing

Drawknifed smooth and mounted into the lathe

Tony's creation taking shape

to this fine Dragonfly

My rounders bat for the nephews taking shape






Tony's other creations






My 214 ramblings will continue...


Thursday, 27 November 2014

It's a Fairfield to St Sunday Crag

Hartsop Above How – Dove Crag – Hart Crag – Fairfield – St Sunday Crag – Birks

10.3 miles

1st July


I parked at Brothers water where my first fell waited above, Hartsop Above How.  When paths shown on the map randomly start and stop in the middle there’s got to be a beginning and an end, an entrance and exit, even with sheep paths, unless farmers are now using the RAF planes to parachute them in. There was indeed a path.

A couple of Ravens where having a bun fight; not lunchtime yet so it wasn’t my bun but to be honest if they wanted it I’m not going to argue with them, they’re massive and so are their beaks.  I got to the tree line just to miss a pair of small fast metal birds whizz passed. As I made my way up the slope to Gale crag I stopped to take a photo when some larger slower metal birds glided over Kirkstone Pass and low over Ullswater. You want aerobatics we’ll show you aerobatics croaked the Ravens.




I made my way along the long flat summit of Hartsop above How, taking a moment on Dick’s seat, he wasn’t using it so I’m sure he wouldn’t have minded. As the summit began to fall away I stopped to view my route ahead and looked for the Priest’s Hole which is a cave in the crags of Dove Crag. So far it has be a dry warm year luckily this enables you to pass the peaty bog spots with ease and remain dry.



Hartsop ridge with Dove Crag to the left and Hart Crag / Fairfield on the right

Dove Crag and Priest's hole from Hartsop

The ridge continued up to Hart Crag but I took a detour down and across to the base of the crags of Dove Crag. You can’t see the cave from the main path that passes down to Dovedale but a small discreet path scrambles up towards it.




Zoomed right in from Hartsop




Priest’s Hole is a small narrow cut in the rocks and probably popular with the wild camping crowd. Evidence of cooking utensils, food packets and bedding lay at the back of the cave. After several attempts to get a widescreen shot of me in the cave a couple of sheep went flying over, I’m amazed at their agility clearly something or someone had startled them. It was indeed a group of guys taking an ‘interesting’ approach to the cave.  With lots of branches attached to one of their rucksacks I would say they were going to camp the night with a fire and I suspect a 6-pack or two.



I have always wondered what the wild camping etiquette is if someone has already set up camp in the remote area you wanted to camp in, do you ignore and squeeze in, pitch near by or go elsewhere?  Does it fall under the bothy social code. And when does the idea of solitude wild camping become a gathering. Imagine you planned a nice quiet evening to watch the stars and get up early to photograph the sun rise, would you appreciate the noisy late night or expect a few free beers and join in.




Lamb taking it easy in the afternoon sun

Looking towards Fairfield
I made my way up on to Dove Crag then carried on up to Hart Crag, passed the head of the valley, Rydal Head where Rydal Beck cascades down the valley into waterfalls above Rydal Mount. Reaching the highest point of the day, Fairfield summit you are able to look down the Grisedale valley and Grisedale tarn. A family had pitched a couple of tents next to the tarn, it looked really inviting, must do that one day.

Grisedale Tarn

Cofa Pike and St Sunday Crag
Coming off Fairfield, with Seat Sandal all on its own behind the tarn
I looked across to Seat Sandal and took a moment to consider “nipping over there”. It's kind of on it's own so it might end up being done on a seperate hike. It looked too much of a down and up then a return around Fairfield and with the evening sun approaching I decided against it. I shall consider it again when I’m on Dollywagon Pike after having done the Helvellyn ridge.

On to St Sunday Crag; dropping over the rocky outcrop of Cofa Pike down to Deepdale Hause is around a 100m descent and ascent on to St Sunday Crag. The south shore of Ullswater reveals itself as you walk to the end of it's flat ridge. It was now 9pm and the evening sun gave the grassy slopes of Birks a golden glow.

Sunset over the grassy slopes of Birks 





There were no paths marked to Arnison Crag and as the sun was already setting I wasn’t going to try to find a way through moor and crag to get to it, even though again this would leave it out on it's own. As I dropped down the steep path behind Patterdale it had turned dark so donning the head torch I marched the 2 mile walk down the road back to the car.