gathering wildflowers while i may

Thursday, 1 November 2012

A tour of Arnos Vale Cemetery & an introduction to Yarn Bombing

A couple of weeks ago my daughter-in-law took me and my two granddaughters to the The Arnos Vale Cemetery in Bristol; not the most conventional location for an outing, especially on a damp Monday morning (a school inset day), but I loved it there, as she doubtless knew I would. It has everything that I would wish for in one place, and even more than that as it turned out.

When I was told we were going out for an autumn nature walk around a cemetery I was intrigued. My experience of cemeteries to date has been limited to large areas of land filled with serried ranks of closely-packed graves placed in well-kept but characterless grounds on the outskirts of towns and cities. Practical for their purpose, but not the inspiring kind of place you would normally put high on your list of places to visit, unless it was the final resting place of a loved one or you were seeking long-lost ancestors.

The Arnos Vale Cemetery, located on the Bath Road in Bristol is however in a completely different league, and it is apparent as soon as you get your first sight of it, hidden behind its mellow old stone wall, that this is somewhere special. I have to admit I was both amused and slightly disconcerted by the interpretation board near the entrance that says boldly 'Welcome to Arnos Vale Cemetery'(?). But a little research quickly establishes that this historic place was recently almost lost to modern development and owes its continuing existence and current state of restoration to a dedicated group of local people that have transformed it from a neglected, overgrown, deteriorating space into a tranquil green one that is a now a haven for wildlife and local people and a fascinating place to visit. If it is to continue to survive and flourish, it has to be run as an efficient business and attract visitors and custom for its enterprises. http://www.arnosvale.org.uk/index.php

Planted flower-bed in its autumn glory.

"Arnos Vale Cemetery opened in 1839 as a ‘garden cemetery’, inspired by the Père-Lachaise cemetery in Paris and later, London's Kensal Green Cemetery. By then, Bristol's old parish graveyards were overcrowded, and a health hazard. The Bristol General Cemetery Company was set up to provide a stylish yet spacious alternative. It bought land in the (then outlying and picturesque) village of Brislington, and put forward plans for a cemetery that would be filled with sunlight, fresh air, trees and shrubs, and with its architecture, designed by and landscaping designed to echo classical Greece."

The architect of the buildings,Charles Underwood, (1791 – 5 March 1883, Clifton, Bristol) was a builder in Cheltenham who moved to Bristol, where he became a neo-classical architect. He designed the Greek revival buildings here in 1836 and the Royal West of England Academy (1857), as well as the impressive Worcester Terrace in central Clifton. (Wikipedia)

The first person buried at Arnos Vale was Mary Breillat, wife of the man who had brought gas street-lighting to Bristol, and there are now more than 60,000 graves and monuments at the 45-acre cemetery.

Among the most famous of the monuments is that of 19th Century Indian reformer Rajah Rammohun Roy. He challenged traditional Hindu culture and fought for women's rights, including an end to "sati", the practice of widow-burning. He was visiting Bristol in 1833 as a guest of a Unitarian minister when he suddenly became ill and died.

More than 600 British and Allied soldiers, sailors and airmen from both World Wars and older conflicts, are buried here, including three recipients of Britain's highest award for valour, the Victoria Cross, and veterans who survived the battles of Trafalgar and Waterloo.

There are several huge old Yew trees in the grounds which are currently bearing berries

We had arrived during a sunny spell, but were just starting to find our bearings and getting a sense of the place when it started to rain heavily, giving us no option but to head for the on-site Atrium cafeteria for shelter and coffee and chocolate brownies.
Inside I was immediately impressed by the beautiful sculpted stone sycamore wings effectively suspended from the building's high ceiling.

Alyosha Moeran, 'Abundance'

The inspiration for the pieces came as a result of the artist being caught in a storm of whirling sycamore seeds one autumn. 'Abundance' is especially relevant to Arnos Vale , whose modern tree cover is mostly due to the effective dispersal of seeds from one old sycamore tree.

Set amongst trees and with floor to ceiling plate glass windows, this was a pleasant place to take a break, but it was a pity our exploration of the graves and memorials had been cut short. However, determined to make more of our visit, we waited for the rain to ease and set off for the wooded area on the higher ground behind the building.

Yarn bombs including a robin and a yellow duckling

As we sat in there I had spotted some intriguing colourful objects suspended from the branches of a nearby small tree which I just had to investigate. I was charmed to see that they were a collection of hand-knitted objects and included a robin, a snail and a yellow duckling and that there was also knitted fabric encasing part of the trunk of the tree. I had no idea why they were there, but was thinking they may be some whimsical gestures of remembrance or little offerings to please some passed soul, a child maybe... I had never before even heard of "Guerilla Knitting", or "Yarn Bombing," as it is alternatively referred to. The terms struck me as very harsh when describing what appeared to me to be a gentle, feminine act, particularly in this context, but I believe they are adapted from those used to describe the more masculine grafitti 'tagging'.

An intricate and colourful yarn bomb

We had been joined now by my son taking an early lunch break, who did his best to explain this genre of knitted grafitti to his bemused mother, who lives a sheltered life up in North
Wales. My first question was "Why would people want to do that?" I have done a lot of knitting in my time, and although I find the creative act enjoyable, for me the reward is achieving something wearable or otherwise usable at the finish. The fact that people had clearly put hours of work into these pieces, then more attaching them to tree trunks, (and some of them are large), then abandoning them to the elements initially seemed very strange. What did they get out of it? Of course as I was speaking I realised I was answering my own questions and that the pieces provoking my and others' interest and curiosity was probably at least one of the points. I also knew it was something I was going to have to investigate further.

A lot of work has gone into these extensive pieces

The Wikipedia entry offers the following definition and an explanation of the motivation behind woollen 'art attacks'.

Multi-patterned yarn bomb

Yarn bombing, yarnbombing, yarnstorming, guerrilla knitting, urban knitting or graffiti knitting is a type of graffiti or street art that employs colorful displays of knitted or crocheted yarn or fibre rather than paint or chalk. While yarn installations – called yarn bombs or yarnstorms – may last for years, they are considered non-permanent, and, unlike other forms of graffiti, can be easily removed if necessary. Nonetheless, the practice is still technically illegal, though it is not often prosecuted vigorously.

While other forms of graffiti may be expressive, decorative, territorial, socio-political commentary, advertising or vandalism, yarn bombing was initially almost exclusively about reclaiming and personalizing sterile or cold public places. It has since developed with groups graffiti knitting and crocheting worldwide, each with their own agendas and public graffiti knitting projects being run.

Yarn bomb - this looks like a new one

As I read more, (some 1,390,000 entries on the subject came up when I typed my query into Google ), I began to have a better understanding of this world-wide phenomenon, but it seemed to me that targets were more usually in urban locations or at 'hard' objects, examples being the statue of a charging bull in New York, a military tank in Copenhagen, Denmark and more locally, a wheelchair in Bristol. This peaceful wooded area within a Victorian cemetery seemed an unusual location to target, more so because the objects covered are growing trees and shrubs. I did manage to discover who did it through the following links and articles and understand that it was a community project encompassing this whole area of the city. It clearly worked out well and the graffiti pieces are still evident after almost a year, (with maybe the odd newer piece placed too?) I hope the artists achieved what they were hoping to; my thanks for them for the education.

Yarn bombs-knitted pennants and a mobile.

Sunday, 28 October 2012

Llanddwyn Island and Newborough Warren

The National Nature Reserve of Newborough Warren and Llanddwyn Island are located on the south-western corner of the Isle of Anglesey, North Wales and will always be one of my favourite places on earth. The seeds of my enchantment with this wild, beautiful and endlessly fascinating place were sown a scary half-century ago give or take a year or so, when my dad brought my sisters and me here during our summer holidays. Finding the beach was an adventure in itself back then when the access was along a very bumpy, unmade single track through the pine forest that led down to it. I vividly recall emerging from between the high sand dunes being greeted with that first sight of the vast lonely beach and the incredible view of the mountains across the sea. I didn't own a camera then, but I have never needed photographs, the series of images of that first visit were indelibly impressed into my memory and my heart. After that I returned many times, with my dad and then later with my husband and young son, but then life changed and so did holiday venues. But now, quite unexpectedly, I am living in North Wales and can reach the place in less than an hour, so I do, more purposefully now, but the experience is always uplifting.

September 2012

All summer I had been longing to visit Newborough Warren and walk along the beach to Llanddwyn Island, waiting for a 'good' day to make the journey over the Menai bridge to Anglesey. I am not necessarily just a fair-weather walker, but this wonderful place, one of my favourite places on earth, is completely exposed to the elemental forces of the Irish Sea; it is subject to frequent strong winds which may be ideal for kite surfing, but can make walking physically difficult and literally take your breath away. The long-awaited 'good day' proved elusive throughout this summer, so I finally had to pick a day when it wasn't actually raining and carry on regardless. As I drove there from Rhos-on-Sea I had already seen that the Menai Strait was windswept and 'choppy', so braced myself in readiness as I walked towards the beach.

Marram grass almost flattened by wind

Emerging from the shelter of the sand dunes it was indeed very windy, but not gale-force. I was reasonably protected with layers of clothing and well-ballasted with camera stuff, so I set off purposefully towards the island. There were quite a few people about, some checking the place out for taking part in a Triathlon that was being held here the following day, others just walking and a very few out on the sea.

Afforestation of the shifting sands on the north side of the Warren began in 1947, partly to protect the village. Artificial dunes were created and the area planted with Corsican and Scots pine.

Newborough Warren (Welsh: Cwningar Niwbwrch) is located near the village of Newborough (Niwbwrch). It is a large dune and beach system covering 2,269-hectares (23 km²): approximately half of the area is worked as a conifer plantation. The whole of the site is designated as an SSSI (site of special scientific interest) and with the exclusion of the forestry area is a National Nature Reserve.

The area has a fascinating geology, with rocks originally placed by volcanic actions further formed into fascinating natural sculptures by water and wind-blasted sand.

Limestone rocks on Newborough beach, tip of Llanddwyn Island behind and mountains of the Llyn Peninsular form the background

Golden-orange lichen, Xanthoria parietina

As well as supporting a diverse and bountiful flora, Llanddwyn has a fascinating Precambrian geology with features such as pillow lava and jasper formations. I love to photograph the varied rock formations, especially as they stay obligingly still regardless of the weather : the rocks are not just characterful, many support a variety of lichens and plants.

Beautiful shape, colours and textures.

Golden brown seaweed, Channelled Wrack-Pelvetia canaliculata, grows on rocks partially covered with water

Steps edged with rock samphire

Llanddwyn is not quite an island: it remains attached to the mainland at all but the highest tides and is easily accessed. I chose to take the steps cut into the rocks leading up onto the track that follows the coast of the island rather than the main, more central one.

The name Llanddwyn means "The church of St. Dwynwen". Dwynwen is the Welsh patron saint of lovers, the Welsh equivalent of St. Valentine, and the island is alternatively named 'Lover's Island'.

The tiny island is incredibly species-rich in both its flora and fauna. The habitat created by bare sand, wet hollows and short turf supports plants such as dune pansies and marsh orchids and provides ideal nesting conditions for skylarks. For centuries rabbits cropped the grass short, helping to maintain the necessary balance, but in 1954 their population was decimated by the disease myxomatosis, leaving the dunes in a vulnerable condition and unable to support the plants and animals. The rabbit population has recuperated significantly, but now cattle and ponies assist with the grazing and keep unwanted vegetation at bay. Their presence has necessitated the installation of some fencing and a cattle grid and gates to prevent them straying, but the gates are beautifully crafted and a feature in their own right.

Views from the raised track are spectacular, the one below is of the top end of Newborough beach; the three small dots on the sand on far right of the image were people on horseback. What a wonderful place to do that.

A small island cove with views towards Newborough Warren

Despite the lateness of the season and the cool wet summer weather, there were still quite a variety of plants to be found in flower.

The flowers of Sea Holly -Eryngium maritimum have faded, but it is an attractive plant at all stages

Heather grows on some of the exposed rocky outcrops of the island; it too was past its flowering best

There is a breeding colony of Cormorants here, holding 1% of the total British population, many using the small rocky island of Ynys yr Adar (Bird Rock) off the tip of Llanddwyn

Maritime history

Llanddwyn Island is situated near the southern entrance to the Menai Strait and became important as shipping of slate from the ports of Bangor, Caernarfon and Felinhelli increased. A beacon, called Tŵr Bach (Little Tower), was built at the tip of the island to provide guidance to ships heading for the Strait.

Another more effective lighthouse, Tŵr Mawr, which was modelled on the windmills of Anglesey, was built nearby in 1845. The older lighthouse has now returned to service after a modern light was placed on top.

The lighthouse, Twr Mawr, with the Llyn Peninsular as a backdrop

Twr Mawr atop ancient rocks, photographed from the beach below

The small beach below Twr Mawr is bounded on one side by the high rocks that the lighthouse is built upon, then on the other by another type of rock that is coloured in beautiful shades of purple and green-grey.

There were some interesting plants growing on the rocks and the sand here, including Sea Rocket, but most are well past their flowering best so I'll leave them for next year.

Rock Samphire flowers

Samphire or rock samphire, Crithmum maritimum, is the sole species of the genus Crithmum.

It is an edible wild plant found on the southern and western coasts of Britain and Ireland. The plant has fleshy, divided aromatic leaves that Culpeper described as having a "pleasant, hot and spicy taste". The stems, leaves and seed pods may be pickled in hot, salted, spiced vinegar, or the leaves used fresh in salads.

The term samphire is used for several unrelated species of coastal plant, including another I also found growing here, the golden samphire, Limbarda crithmoides. This is also a perennial coastal species, which may be found growing on salt marsh or sea cliffs across Eurasia.

Golden samphire has a tufted habit, and the plant may grow up to 1 m tall. It has narrow fleshy leaves and large flower heads, with six yellow petals which may be up to 15 cm across.

Again the plant is edible, the young leaves may be eaten raw or cooked as a leaf vegetable.

A view from the island across the 'bottom' end of Newborough Warren and Caernarfon Bay to Snowdonia, where some of the mountains were in sunshine

Sea Mayweed-Tripleurospermum maritimum

The Pilot's Cottages

Pilots cottages on Llanddwyn Island. The pilots also manned the lifeboat station which was later run by the RNLI.

The four adjoining small cottages on Llanddwyn Island were built around 1900 for the pilots employed to assist boats navigate into the ports along the Menai Strait. Without their expert knowledge and guidance, vessels would have been in serious danger of grounding on the sand banks of this narrow and notoriously treacherous stretch of water separating Anglesey from the mainland. The boats they piloted in would have been heading mainly for the ports of Caernarfon, Y Felinheli and Bangor to collect the fine roofing slate produced in the hills of North Wales. As well as guiding commercial shipping, the pilots crewed the Llanddwyn lifeboat until its withdrawal from service in 1903.

One of the cottages has been equipped and furnished in Victorian style to give an idea of how they would probably have looked when they were occupied. It is a shame that a locked metal barrier, somewhat resembling prison bars, has been erected to protect the rooms from the viewing public, but then I suppose it may otherwise be open to use, or abuse, as a 'free' holiday home.

An adjoining cottage has been used as a museum describing aspects of the island's past with the use of some interesting story boards. One I particularly liked explains how people scraped a living from the area through farming and making saleable goods from woven marram grass. It also explains the significance of rabbits to the local economy: at one time 20,ooo of them were caught and sold at local markets in just one year. The wonderful habitat that the rabbits have helped to create is, as in other places such as Skomer Island, simply a by-product of their lifestyle.

Island Mythology

As I mentioned previously, Llanddwyn Island is also known as 'Lover's Island' and is named for St. Dwynwen. The mythology surrounding has several slightly varying versions, but the essence of the stories is similar.

Dwynwen lived during the 5th century AD and was one of 24 daughters of St. Brychan, a Welsh prince of Brycheiniog (Brecon). She fell in love with a young man named Maelon, but rejected his advances. This, depending on which story you read, was either because she wished to remain chaste and become a nun or because her father wished her to marry another. She prayed to be released from the unhappy love and dreamed that she was given a potion to do this. However, the potion turned Maelon to ice. She then prayed that she be granted three wishes: 1) that Maelon be revived, 2) that all true lovers find happiness, and 3) that she should never again wish to be married. She then retreated to the solitude of Llanddwyn Island to follow the life of a hermit.
Dwynwen became known as the patron saint of lovers and pilgrimages were made to her holy well on the island. It was said that the faithfulness of a lover could be divined through the movements of some eels that lived in the well. This was done by the woman first scattering breadcrumbs on the surface, then laying her handkerchief on the surface. If the eel disturbed it then her lover would be faithful.

Visitors would leave offerings at her shrine, and so popular was this place of pilgrimage that it became the richest in the area during Tudor times. This funded a substantial chapel that was built in the 16th century on the site of Dwynwen's original chapel. The ruins of this can still be seen today, although they are currently having work carried out on them, so no photograph today.

I was heading back now, this time taking the main track as I wanted to photograph the two stone crosses that are significant landmarks.

The memorial cross

There are two crosses on the island both commemorating St. Dwynwen. One is a huge conventionally plain stone cross, placed on what must be the highest point of the island and referred to as either the Memorial cross or St. Dwynwen's Cross. The cross is inscribed 'On the sixtieth year of Queen Victoria', which may refer to it having been erected in 1879. Although attributed to the saint, from its lofty position overlooking the water it would also seem fitting that it may also commemorate those who lost their lives at sea off this coast. The other is a Celtic Cross and although it is a modern one, this was apparently erected to commemorate the death of St. Dwynwen in the year 465.

The Celtic cross on Llanddwyn Island commemorates the death of St Dwynwen in the year 465

A patch of heather that was still in flower

I found a few interesting things on my walk back including a little patch of golden-orange mushrooms and a pretty flower with the not-very-pretty name of Bloody Cranesbill. There were a few bumblebees and hoverflies out visiting the remaining few flowers, but on this dull and windy afternoon they were not very lively.

Bloody Cranesbill - Geranium sanguinem

Hoverfly (Sun Fly) on a hieracium flower