9th April 2026:
Charlotte contacted the B2Z website in April 26 offering some volunteering help.
This is her story:
From my position atop a plateau of dead, dry bracken and thick bunches of common rush, I close my eyes and attune my senses to the sounds and smells carried to me on a Westerly breeze.
The earthy scent of hot grass and peat bottomed water hangs in the air, while high above, the sweet trill of skylarks and “wooee “ of lapwings ring out.
The plateau falls away in a gentle slope to a series of ponds. Graylag and Canadian geese float lazily on the water, grazing at the vegetation. Occasionally taking flight in small groups, as if to readjust position. They circle overhead, the rhythmic purring of feathers drifts down as they return and take up their place on the water.
A heron comes into land.
The blue sky, wide above, presses down on me. Behind me land rises to a copse of mature oak, a procession of ancient Hawthorne and Birch march, single file, down to meet the ponds, along the remnants of an old field boundary.
Table below gives some details of observations.
