Bog Myrtle & Peat

I have become slightly obsessed with blaeberry. It grows in such incredible quantities on the verge of the woodcock strip that I had to take a photograph of it. There is blaeberry all across the entire farm, but in the areas where it hasn’t been grazed, it has grown into fantastic proportions. Someday, the entire farm will look like this …

While I was walking around the strip, I found a greyhen’s feather. It looks quite old and tatty, but it can’t have been off the bird for more than a few weeks. The shepherd saw a single greyhen flying into the wood about three months ago, and although no one has seen anything of her since, I still have secret hopes that she is still alive and well. The more I can clean out the wood and encourage blaeberry and heather to recolonise the area, the more likely it is that she will stay around.