Category Archives: National Trust

A pheonix tree

In a hidden corner of Bransdale in the North York Moors, there is a quite remarkable tree. A multi-stemmed, partially collapsed Small-leaved Lime (Tilia cordata).

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According to a biological survey carried out by the National Trust, it’s very unlikely to have been planted here and so, is of particular significance.

Why?

  • The species is found in places which have had a long ecological continuity such as ancient woods, old hedgebanks and on crags and cliffs.
  • It is mainly a southern species, a relict from warmer times.
  • It reaches the northern limit of its British range in Yorkshire and the Lake District, so this tree is one of the most northerly native specimens!
  • It is generally only capable of natural regeneration by vegetative means; it is therefore unable to colonise new sites.
  • However, the tree having now regenerated by layering (due to a recent collapse of the original tree) means a new generation of small-leaved lime have been created.

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Roseberry Topping – Steps TIMELAPSE

Over the past few months at work I have been helping to replace the old flight of steps which make up part of the main visitor route at Roseberry Topping. The old steps, winding their way up through Newton Wood, had deteriorated significantly – with the majority rotten and/or damaged and therefore dangerous and difficult to negotiate. In total, 188 new steps have been put in, no mean feat!

A favourite tree of mine

Every morning, on my way in to work, I walk past the same oak tree. A favourite tree of mine.

Every morning, I stop to admire it along with the small copse of trees behind it and the ever changing backdrop.


Come rain or shine, such a great way to start each day!

A new season, a new beginning

Against an icy electric sky, a green finger pierces the ground. It emerges like clockwork – spring-operated. It marks the start of a deep reaction in the earth, putting in motion clogs of change.

The slumber is over. Hope is in the air!

As the clogs gain speed, the green finger lengthens and strengthens, rising up in rebellion with its companions. Soon enough, a drooping white lantern appears from its tip, defiant in its pure white brilliance.

As the clogs hit their rhythm, clusters of lanterns rise, forming a white army, a carpet of courage.

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The Snowdrop has arrived, heralding spring in its step. A new season, a new beginning.


ABOVE: Snowdrops at Lanhydrock, early 2014.