“It’s the time of year I hate most” – Jeanette Hampstead of the Hedgehog Rescue shares why so many hedgehogs are seriously hurt in spring.
Below is a video of one of this winter’s successes – press play and sound UP for a sleepy just-woke- up excellent hedgehog prickle shake, a serious scritch, and then some clearly delicious munchies.
Having released the majority of our winter hedgehogs I am now busy organising our next Hedgehog Rescue fundraising event which will be held on 21st May. We have over 30 Craft stalls ready to join us on the day, the field and Pavilion in Hazelbury Bryan are booked … all we need now are volunteers to help us on the day! If you are interested in helping out, please do give me a ring 01258 818266 or contact me on [email protected]. Alternatively, a raffle prize would be a wonderful help too. As the weather begins to brighten and the days lengthen our minds turn to garden maintenance and cleaning up all those messy areas in the shed. It’s the time of year I hate the most. We have more hedgehogs admitted into the rescue with life-changing injuries than at any other time.
Burns People always say to me that they light the fire from one side so the animals can run out the other but hedgehogs do not run. They are scared by the voices and noise, so they simply curl up into a ball. And that is where they stay until they are burnt. Even then they do not run out the other side, because they do not understand about fear. Just by moving the pile to be burnt you could save several hedgehog lives that you do not even realise need saving.
Strimmers and lawn mowers Hedgehogs make nests in long grass. They are virtually unnoticeable, even when you know what you are looking for. Most of the time a nest just looks like a lump of grass with leaves and twigs. By cutting an area to be strimmed but leaving it longer, then walking through the area before cutting it short may help you identify a nest and rescue a hedgehog.
Major works Removal of sheds and other garden buildings require planning but a good time to start that planning is now as hedgehogs are waking from hibernation. Removing an outbuilding in the spring gives the hedgehogs time to find an alternative nesting site. Finding a nest of baby hedgehogs is traumatic and stressful for both finder and hedgehog. If the worst happens and the nest is disturbed give the mother an opportunity to remove her babies if possible.
The rescue will be closed for the coming month so that I can have some electrical work, with new sockets and heater installed; we are also doing some much-needed painting and emergency repairs. See you on 21st May!
They may sound like a character from a Brambly Hedge book, but Mr & Mrs hairy foot are a quintessential 20’s couple, says Jane Adams
The hairy footed flower bee is one of the first solitary bees to emerge in spring and people often confuse them for small bumblebees, although their quick darting flight motion is a good way to tell them apart. Image – Jane Adams
She’s a head turner. Orange stockinged and with eyes that match the dark velvet of her tasselled dress, she somehow has the knack of looking glamorous without being garish. Her beau’s the same; they’re a well- matched pair. He sports a loose-fitting suit of reddish- yellow tweed and as he fusses around her, the fringe of his silky scarf ripples in the breeze. They’re the quintessential 1920s couple. Or they would be, if they weren’t bees. But these aren’t any old bees. These are hairy-footed flower- bees, one of many harmless solitary bees that live for just a few short weeks in gardens and green spaces in Dorset. Males appear first, in late February or March, depending on the temperature. You’ll often meet him in the garden staking his claim over pulmonaria, primroses, dead-nettles, daffodils, and cowslips, and though bumblebee sized, he has a distinctive darting, jazzed-up way of flying and high- pitched buzz. He gets his quirky name from the long, silky ginger- brown hairs hanging from his middle legs and feet, and if you’re in his territory, he might try to chase you away. It’s all bravado. He’s harmless, and in common with other male bees, doesn’t have a sting. Besides chasing you and insects that stray into his patch, he will hope for a female (or two) to come and feed, which they do within a week or two. Black, but for her gingery-haired back legs, the female couldn’t look more different to the male and once mated, she’ll make a nest within the soft mortar of a wall or vertical surface of a coastal cliff. Here she’ll leave pollen collected on her orange stockinged legs for her unborn young and, after repeating this several times in several nests, her job is done. She won’t see her progeny grow into adults. By June, she and any males will usually have died, but don’t worry, new head-turners will be back again next year.
Fact File: Found: all over Dorset from late February/March until June. The female nests in soft mortar of walls and soft coastal cliffs. Males: bumblebee sized. Ginger/beige-coloured hairs, cream face. Territorial. Hairy legs. Females: bumblebee sized. Black with orange back legs Fast, darting flight. Hover in front of flowers to feed. Often rest on ground or leaves. Favourite flowers: pulmonaria, red dead nettles, primroses, daffodils.
by Jane Adams – Naturalist. bTB Badger Vaccinator. Nature writer. Photographer. Bee Watcher.
April sees the start of mushroom season, and expert forager Carl Mintern says you definitely have hairy bittercress in your garden right now.
St George’s Mushrooms are the first traditional mushroom (grows out of the ground) to start showing across the country, hailing the start of the season proper. It can be found in fields, by the side of roads, the edge of woodland and on patches of grass throughout Europe, North America, Russia and Japan. In Italy it is known as Marzolino (the March mushroom), and in Germany, Maipilz (the May Mushroom).
As we tick into April, the changeable weather can often remind us of winter one moment and tease us with tastes of summer the next. This year, after such a mild winter, I am expecting a bountiful wild harvest to begin earlier than usual; indeed we can already see magnolia trees in full flower. Elsewhere, those of us with a gardening bent will likely see the increased determination of our garden weeds to populate our beds and pots, and that is where we will begin this month’s Foraging guide.
Hairy Bittercress tastes like cress crossed with rocket and is great for salads, salsa, pesto (hairy bittercress pesto recipe here)and anywhere you would use cress raw
Hairy bittercress Like so many of our most common garden weeds, hairy bittercress (Cardamine hirsuta) is a diminutive, unassuming plant that you probably don’t notice despite its eager determination to pitch up on every small patch of ground it’s given a chance to find. A Pioneer plant (hardy species which are the first to colonize barren environments, or previously biodiverse steady-state ecosystems that have been disrupted, such as by fire), it can take root in ground deemed unworthy of many other weeds and as a result it can be found in well-trodden paths and, well, just about anywhere from pavement cracks to plant pots. Its name is somewhat misleading however – its not that hairy without a very close inspection indeed, and it’s definitely not bitter. In fact, it serves very well as a replacement for any commercially-produced cress, and feels very at home in an egg sandwich! It truly is a delight to eat, and every forager owes it to themselves to familiarise themselves with this abundant plant – if you have a garden, then right now you have this plant growing in it somewhere I’m willing to wager.
Birch leaves
Birch tea Next up, lets talk about an often-overlooked tree, the Birch; specifically the Silver Birch (betula pendula) and Downy Birch (Betula pubescens). The young leaves of the birch tree are often one of the first to greet the Spring, and can be infused with hot water to make a peppery, slightly minty tea. A refreshing drink after a morning’s forage, and rich in vitamin C. Silver Birch leaves are simple, with serrated edges and round corners, whereas the downy birch has rounder leaves than those of silver birch, but both grow all over the Blackmore Vale. If you cared to be a little more adventurous, you could also attempt to tap these trees for sap, although the season for doing so is ending as we leave the winter months behind (note to self; let’s talk tree tapping next February!)
St George’s mushroom rings can often be spotted long before the mushroom actually appears as they exhibit circles of lush grass, a deeper colour than that of the grass around them.
St George’s Mushroom Finally, let’s talk about the St George’s mushroom (calocybe gambosa). The first eagerly- awaited prize of a new wild mushroom season. Traditionally late April and May is peak St Georges Mushroom time – hence the name, since it would tend to appear around St George’s Day. I would expect to see these any time this month or next, if you are lucky, and committed enough to go looking for them. They have a pale complexion, and an unevenly shaped cap with gills that match the pale colour of the cap. A stout stem attaches this mushroom to the grassland habitat they grow in. They will grow in rings, and these rings can often be spotted long before he mushroom actually appears as they exhibit circles of lush grass, a deeper colour than that of the grass around them. It has what is often described as a ‘mealy’ smell – to me it smells like bread flour – and this smell is one of its key identification characteristics which makes it a quite safe mushroom to identify. And the cherry of the mushroomy cake is if you find yourself a patch, they will likely come back every year!
It is also worth mentioning that wild garlic, and all the other plants I mentioned in March’s issue of the BV magazine are still available to harvest, so you might want to click that link and revisit before you leave the house.
See details and availability of Carl’s local foraging courses on his website: Self Sufficient Hub
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Dorset NFU County Chair George Hosford reacts to the recent comments of Environment Secretary George Eustace on not needing artifical fertiliser.
George Hosford lives in hope that ELMS will eventually arrive just as BPS expires, with an administrative system that works first time, complete with a functioning mapping system.
I hope George Eustace, the Secretary of State for Environment, Food and Rural Affairs, is listening – he who seriously seems to believe (article here) that we don’t need artificial fertilisers because there is enough manure and digestate in the country to sufficiently fertilise all of our crops. With this sweeping statement, he is implying: 1. that we have been wasting fertiliser all these years because we never actually needed it, and 2. we must have millions of tons of farmyard manure hiding somewhere that we accidently haven’t been using. The fact is that we already use 48 million tons of manures on our crops in the UK every year, plus one million tons of nitrogen fertiliser, which contains approximately 33 times as much nutrient as there is in a ton of manure. To think this is replaceable with manure is simply ridiculous – we have nowhere near enough animals. (and we keep being told that animals are bad for the climate, but that’s a story for another day). I have tried to convince myself that public money for public goods will really make sense when we see what it means, that Environmental Land Management Schemes (ELMS – the primary mechanism for distributing the funding previously paid under common agricultural policy (CAP), ELMS will pay farmers for undertaking actions to improve the environment) will eventually arrive just as BPS expires, with an administrative system that works first time, complete with a functioning mapping system. I’m sure that the disconnect between Farming Rules for Water and creating healthier soils will also be mended. NFU president Minette Batters has said the Environment Agency’s (EA) interpretation of the Farming Rules for Water effectively banned farmers from spreading organic manures on land in the autumn. This is contrary to government aims to improve soil health under the forthcoming Sustainable Farming Incentive scheme. Spreading organic manures in early autumn was better than spreading onto bare soils in February, she added. I generally try to be a ‘glass half full’ person, but when faced with such ignorance as has been shared recently I find myself really struggling to remain calm.
To save, or not to save Rocketing input prices and yo- yoing grain prices leave farmers with a very high risk of making bad decisions. Fertiliser is in the spotlight, not only because of price, but because of supply – how many will go short this year? Some well-resourced farmers are in the habit of buying their nitrogen requirement almost a year before they need it, and those who did so last year should be feeling very smug right now. Prices have risen by a factor of four. But should they be using all that fertiliser this year, or should they save half of it for next year? We are often reminded that 50% of the nitrogen applied to a crop gives up to 80% of the yield, NIAB (the National Institute of Agricultural Botany) has many graphs demonstrating that the last bit of fertiliser, which we have in the past often applied ‘just in case’, barely pays for itself in more years than when it does. So is this a time for experimentation, to see what we can get away with and still grow a profitable crop? Headline yield is not what we need to pay the rent, it is the margin over costs that really matters, and right now we need to do our sums really carefully. On top of fertiliser woes, we have a huge headache over fuel price and availability; without fuel we can’t spread fertiliser even if we have any. And let’s be honest, something will grow even if it gets no fertiliser at all, but without fuel, we won’t be able to harvest what has grown, so I know which I consider the more important. Having said that, for red diesel to be costing more than DERV does at the local pumps once the 47p per litre difference in fuel duty has been taken into account, someone’s doing nicely.
UPDATE: As we go to press, the Government has announced steps (see details here) to assist farmers with the availability of fertilisers for the coming growing season to help address uncertainty among growers and keep farmer’s costs down. With agricultural commodities closely linked to global gas prices, farmers are facing rising costs for inputs including manufactured fertiliser, due to the process depending on gas. Environment Secretary, George Eustice has announced that changes to the use of urea fertiliser will be delayed by at least a year. In a move to further support farmers, revised and improved statutory guidance has been published on how farmers should limit the use of slurry and other farmyard manure at certain times of year. This will provide clarity to farmers on how they can use slurry and other manures during autumn and winter to meet agronomic needs. This guidance will provide more clarity and has been developed with farmers and farming bodies. Environment Secretary, George Eustice, said: “The significant rise in the cost of fertiliser is a reminder that we need to reduce our dependence on manufacturing processes dependent on gas. Many of the challenges we face in agriculture will require a fusion of new technology with conventional principles of good farm husbandry. The measures are not the whole solution but will help farmers manage their nitrogen needs in the year ahead.” NFU President Minette Batters said: “Many of the measures today, particularly the updated guidance on the Farming Rules for Water which will allow autumn manure spreading, are positive for farmers. This is what the NFU has been asking for and I’d like to thank government for making these changes.”
Finally – a police escort A small bunch of sheep went walkabout in the village recently. By the time we caught up with them, a couple of police cars had joined the chase, careering into the village with sirens wailing and blue lights flashing. It was the usual problem of someone leaving a footpath gate open, so the sheep enjoyed a few hours of freedom, caught on one resident’s hedgehog webcam and a neighbour filmed them wandering around their garden nibbling bits of this and that, before being escorted back to the field under the eye of the law.
I live in Mappowder. And I’m a guitar teacher (I know, not two sentences that you’ll have read before in close proximity, I’d guess). I’ve taught guitar in the States and in France and the wealthy south east of England. I say ‘wealthy’ because teenagers would turn up for lessons with expensive guitars worth thousands. I did wonder at the wisdom of such expensive indulgence to a beginner – rule of thumb is start off with a decent but relatively inexpensive guitar. When I started offering lessons here, I wondered what requirements rural Dorset’s rockers would have – and apparently the first thing you need to teach guitar in Dorset is tact. Not a commodity that abounds in me, but I’ve learnt.
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Oh Hank A new student, retired, is with me, we’re drinking coffee and chatting about what he wants to get out of lessons. I assess his ability and whether he would actually practise (I’m always naively hopeful on that last one). What’s the first song you’d like to learn, I asked. He replied, ‘The Young Ones by Cliff Richard and the Shadows.’ I’d just taken a sip, so after I’d wiped coffee off my old Telecaster, I said, ‘Good one, but really, what would you like to play?’ The Young Ones? was his rather hurt answer. ‘Great song,’ I gabbled, ‘it’s in G and goes like this…’ Twang, twang (that’s Hank’s intro, obviously). It’s a good song: great tune, charming sentiments. A young couple meet (twang) they plan to have kids, so they ‘won’t be the young ones anymore (twang)’. YouTube the song and you’ll find Cliff, absurdly, criminally handsome (so reminds me of my young self) crooning to a bunch of girls dressed like your gran, all hopelessly in love with him. Good luck with that, ladies. And do you know what? My sniffy attitude to these old classics has left me. There’s a reason why these old songs live on: they’re well-constructed and play well. It’s charming and fulfilling for me to see that this guy is, to quote a burger chain’s slogan, lovin’ it. It’s a song which thrilled him when he was young and he has always wanted to play it. And now he is. Not quite like twangy Hank, but he’ll get there.
The teenager Next, I have a young teenager with his lovely young mum. I’d had a long chat with mum, who is concerned that I might be put off because he has Asperger’s and is dyslexic. I reassure her that these conditions are absolutely no barrier to being able to play, in fact you’d be surprised at the number of brilliant guitarists with natural ability who are dyslexic. And I understand Asperger’s and we allow for that – in fact we have a bit of a laugh. I can see that after 10 minutes his concentration is lapsing, so I get him to put the guitar down and tell me about himself. Don’t know how, but I find that he’s good on accents, particularly Australian! ‘My fingers are getting sore,’ he says, to which I reply in a bizarre mixed American accent ‘Son, all art is pain. Y’gotta suffer for your art’. And I make him stand up and chant: I am an artist I must suffer for my art Art is suffering Suffering is art. He’s rather pleased with this, and so is his mum who’s happy that her lad, possibly a little ostracized at school, is enjoying himself. The next time he comes he says, gleefully, ‘I’ve been suffering for my art’.
Practice makes … There’s a reason why tens of thousands of people pick-up a new instrument to learn. I wrote a piece about it in The Times and it was replied to by an expert who said that apart from the pleasure it gives it ‘builds important disciplines vital for success in life such as concentration, setting goals, self- confidence…’ But the trick to learning is simple: practice little but often. I cannot stress that enough. The constant mantra I get from beginners is, ‘it’s difficult’. Quickly growing a long white beard and adopting a pair of little Oxford Don steel spectacles, I became the philosopher and say, ‘All things are difficult until they are easy’. And I tell them the tale of a sightseer in New York who asks a laconic cop ‘how do I get to Carnegie Hall?’ The cop pushes his cap back, breathes deeply and wearily says, ‘Lady, you gotta practice.’
Monthly updates from the various North Dorset Police Teams. This month’s news from Gillingham’s PCSO Vicky Biggs.
Gillingham’s team have seen a rise in thefts from sheds and garages, says PCSO Vicky Biggs – no small thing when garden tools are so expensive to replace.
Over the last couple of weeks, we have been starting to see an increase in thefts from garden sheds and garages. The value of property in sheds and garages is more than people think, you may think that your garden machinery is old and not worth a lot but if it was stolen it can soon become very expensive to replace. There are some simple steps you can take to protect your property and make it harder for thieves:
• Keep garden gates, fences and walls in good repair to prevent intruders from getting in. • Secure your shed by fitting a shed alarm, use reinforced hinges and locks and fit metal grills over any windows. • Security mark your property and take photographs of the item and its serial number and any unique markings. • Secure valuable items within your shed to a strong anchor point using security cables, chains and a robust padlock. • Do not leave equipment lying around in your garden. • Fit security lighting.
By following these simple steps, you will be able to protect your property and make your shed and garage uninviting to thieves.
“There has been a report of theft of heating oil overnight 1st March between 1800hrs to 0900hrs in the Kingston area of the village. If you have any information please contact Dorset Police via 101 or via the Dorset Police website www.dorset.police.uk/do-it-online quoting ref 55220035015”
“Thank you to the good Samaritan who assisted with a lost dog by Langton Road car park in Blandford yesterday, 7/3/22. Your dog lead is at Blandford Station!”
“Carried out a number of enquiries and attended several incidents including a three vehicle RTC near #Blandford. Thankfully, nobody seriously hurt. Thanks as always to our colleagues in green”
or details on your local team’s future engagements please refer to our website. As always, if you wish to contact us follow the links. You can report non urgent matters via 101, and remember if you see a crime in progress or a person in danger call 999.
At first glance Barry Cuff may simply be the expert veg-growing BV columnist. But eagle-eyed readers will also have spotted old pictures of Dorset are usually accredited to ‘the Barry Cuff Collection’ – editor Laura finally pinned Barry down to talk about his remarkable archive of almost 10,000 postcards of ‘Old Dorset’.
Barry Cuff – usually to be found on his allotment in Sturminster Newton – has the largest known collection of postcards of ‘bygone’ Dorset, and an astonishing memory for the pictures and stories they contain image: Courtenay Hitchcock
“Even as a young teen in the 60s, I was always stopping in to Dorset Bookshop in Blandford – or Longmans of Dorchester if I got the chance – to see if I could find a new Dorset book I hadn’t seen yet.” Born in Blandford and raised in Winterborne Whitchurch (where he lived for 30 years), Barry was always a collector; stamps, matchbox labels, cigarette boxes… and he was always fascinated by his beloved Dorset. But in 1974 he received a gift which began his old postcards of Dorset collection.
It began with three albums “Our elderly neighbour gave me three Edwardian postcard albums, filled with Dorset images, especially from around the Winterbornes. She’d never married, her brothers had died, and she knew I was fascinated by the old pictures, so she handed them on to me. It was fascinating to look through the albums with her – she knew everyone in them. She’d point at a person, raise her eyebrows and whisper “love child” at me… course I didn’t know what that was back then!” Those three albums started Barry on the journey to collate probably the largest existing collection of old postcards of Dorset. He started off by spending his spare time hunting for them in junk shops: “I used to pay 20-30p a card. At 50p I walked away – far too much!” When postcard collecting became more popular, it was a double-edged sword “all of a sudden there were fairs popping up, and I could go to Bristol, Brighton, Cheltenham, Twickenham… but it did mean the prices went up too!”
So what is it about postcards? “It’s not just the photographs themselves, though they’re always the main interest, of course. There are the stories around the photographers too – Nesbitt from Blandford who photographed locally between 1890 and 1920. Chapman who came up from Devon and only photographed Sturminster Newton, Lyme Regis and Wimborne Minster; the late Victorian French brothers who came across the channel to photograph the whole of the south coast; Clarke from Sturminster Newton, who never got his fixing solution right so all his postcards are very faded now… And of course the ones which have actually been written on have their own story to tell”
Lost conversations Many of the postcards were sold for locals and tourists simply to add to their own picture albums in the days before everyone had a camera of their own. But many were also sent in the post, giving tantalising glimpses into past conversations (although being England, Barry acknowledges many of the postcard messages are spent discussing the weather…):
“we shall be very pleased to see you Monday next. Come to supper if you can. MRW.” (July 26, 1910)
or – in Mr Mitchell’s case in Shroton – to complain:
“Dear Sir, I do not think your 2 lots of wheat quite good enough for me. If you have anything better would buy them at market price.” (Nov 22nd 1902)
I presumed with almost 10,000 images currently in his collection, there must be a state of the art filing system to keep the archive organised and easily accessible? “Well… they’re in albums? I do have individual albums for each of the main towns – Poole, Stur, Weymouth, Portland, Blandford etc. And other albums are grouped by area.” So how does Barry ensure he doesn’t duplicate a postcard when he goes to a fair? “Oh, I remember them, pretty much. I’m not saying doubling up hasn’t happened – probably about 15 times over the years…” Fifteen times he’s duplicated an image, in 50 years of collecting almost 10,000 postcards, based on just his memory? Barry looks nonplussed by my bemusement at this (I have trouble remembering what film I saw last week…): “I just… remember them.”
At £40, this is the most expensive postcard Barry has purchased – it was taken by Nesbitt, and is of Lord Portman’s prize cattle
The day job Barry’s lifelong career as a Seed Analyst began by accident – introduced to the owner of local agricultural company Blandford & Webb by the father of a friend, Barry started as a 16-year old, not actually knowing what a seed analyst was. He trained at the National Institute of Agricultural Botany in Cambridge, and has spent his life running a lab, visiting Dorset farms, growing, assessing and certifying seed. He has been involved in bean breeding, and was responsible for multiplying ancient Spelt and Einkhorn seeds for the Eden Project. Despite passing official retirement age Barry is still working for Sherborne’s Pearce Seeds “who wants to retire?”.
Barry’s favourite postcard – it has sentimental value as a friend of his father gave it to him. It is of the ‘Post Office, Owermoigne’
Barry the lawbreaker Barry was great friends with Rodney Legg, the late campaigner, author and publisher, and joined him on many adventures through the 70s as Rodney led the campaign to restore public access to the army-occupied Lulworth Ranges, including the village of Tyneham (evacuated by the War Office in 1943 and never returned to its former residents). “In 1974 we announced that‘Tyneham Post Office had re- opened’. Rodney took some pictures which we had made into postcards. We opened up all the barbed wire on the Bank Holiday weekend and sold them from the old Tyneham Post Office. Loads of people showed up… as did the Army and the Police…” An unrepentant Barry grins at the memory. Known as the Tyneham Action Group (later known as The 1943 Committee), the campaign eventually resulted in access to ten square miles of land that were also secured from being ploughed or developed.
View the collection If you’d like a peek into the Barry Cuff Collection, a good place to start would be his books in partnership with author David Burnett. The first (currently not available – worth hunting for) is Lost Dorset: The Villages & Countryside 1880 – 1920, containing 350 photographs chosen from Barry’s remarkable collection, few of which have been published before. This was followed up at the end of last year by Lost Dorset: The Towns. Again, few of the 375 postcards chosen for this book have been published before, and they form a unique portrait of urban Dorset between the invention of the postcard until just after WWI.
Quickfire questions: What’s the most expensive postcard you’ve bought? £40 – it was by Nesbitt, of Lord Portman’s prize cattle (see above) And the one you want to find? I know there’s one of the Giant’s Head Inn, above the Cerne Giant where the caravan & camping site is now. It showed the landlady standing outside the pub, pre WWI. Your favourite postcard? A friend of my father gave me the postcard ‘Post Office, Owermoigne’ – because it’s from him, I treasure it (above) The saddest? A card of Spetisbury. The message reads ‘Mr Hunt committed suicide this morning by drowning himself. Awful isn’t it.’
