All posts by Ian Alexander

Monadhliath Mountains

Ambre, Roy and Noggin setting out into the mountains
Ambre, Roy and Noggin setting out into the mountains
Rhacomitrium heath on the Monadhliath Mountains
Rhacomitrium heath on the Monadhliath Mountains
Sphagnum rubrum
Rhacomitrium heath on the Monadhliath Mountains
Alpine Lady's Mantle
Alpine Lady’s Mantle
A Moss - green and red Sphagnum in a peat hag
A Moss – green and red Sphagnum in a peat hag
Northern Spinach Moth Eulithis populata (FP Bilberry)
Northern Spinach Moth Eulithis populata (FP Bilberry)
Pupating Emperor Moth Caterpillar Saturnia pavonia
Pupating Emperor Moth Caterpillar Saturnia pavonia

I was lucky enough to catch an Emperor Moth caterpillar in the act of preparing to pupate; the full-grown caterpillar with its hairy aposematic yellow-green body marked with black is tied on to the grass stems with a hundred silken threads.

Glorious lichened rock on summit
Glorious lichened rock on summit

On the summit ridge, this flat rock was covered with magnificently coloured lichens in shades of orange, yellow ochre, grey and white, with black, grey, brown or burgundy apothecia.

Herd of Red Deer on Sunlit Skyline
Herd of Red Deer on Sunlit Skyline

Towards the end of the eight-and-a-half-hour walk with the sun westering low over the hills, we caught sight of a herd of 32 hinds. The little Nikon captured this nice shot of them, all peering down at us from the skyline.

Creag Meagaidh NNR

Regenerating Birch forest at Craig Meagaidh NNR
Regenerating Birch forest at Creag Meagaidh NNR

After a morning sheltering inside from the pouring rain, it cleared and I drove down to Creag Meagaidh, the enormous national nature reserve that fills a watershed from Loch Laggan up to the named mountain. The sun shone nearly all the time despite billows of cloud to the south. The hills were blue, setting off the shining grey-green of the birches, the russet of the heather – the Ling just coming into bloom now – and the bright yellow-green of the mossy grass.

Trailing Beards of Lichen, mostly Usnea with some Ramalina
Trailing Beards of Lichen, mostly Usnea with some Ramalina; the flatter leafy lichens are species of Parmelia

The Downy Birch is a stockier tree than the Silver Birch, tough enough to survive mountain winters, and home to a rich variety of lichens including Usnea beard lichens, bristly Ramalina, dark stringy Alectoria jubata (now renamed Bryoria fremontii), and various leafy Parmelia species that yield orange dyes used in Harris Tweed.

Caterpillar of Fox Moth Macrothylacia rubi
Caterpillar of Northern Eggar Moth

Large handsome caterpillars of the Northern Eggar Moth, the Scottish form of the Oak Eggar (Lasiocampa quercus), up to 3 inches (75 mm) long and nothing to do with oak trees, wriggled across the path, their rufous hairs warning off predators. They feed on Heather and Bilberry.

Scotch Argus
Scotch Argus

In every patch of damp grassland, Scotch Argus butterflies skittered, looking very dark in flight. They are hard to approach as they constantly chase each other off from their territories, but eventually I found one that stayed settled long enough to creep up to. Close up, the upper side is a rich brown, with red patches around the wing edges dotted with black circles that have white centres.

Scabious
Devilsbit Scabious

A few bumblebees, some of unfamiliar species, visited the Devilsbit Scabious (Scabiosa succisa) briefly. Large Syrphid hoverflies basked on the paths.

Glittering Downy Birches
Glittering Downy Birches

Further up the valley, a fine group of birches actually glittered in the bright sunlight, the water of the stream shining silver behind them.

Birch Bracket Polypore
Birch Bracket Polypore

A dead birch, stark against the sky, supported stout Birch Bracket polypores, handsomely whitish-grey above, yellow ochre below.

Bog Asphodel Bell Heather Marsh Orchid
Bog Asphodel Bell Heather Marsh Orchid

In the boggier patches, Bog Asphodel and Marsh Orchid flowered among the Bell Heather.

Rock Bog Heather Birch Mountain Tundra
Rock Bog Heather Birch Mountain Tundra

I turned the corner of the valley to see snow still lying in the deep, north-facing gullies on Creag Meagaidh, and the striking notch of the col that gives access to the mountain ridge.

Nature Walk on Creag Dhu

A red Russula
A red Russula

Today I went for a proper nature walk, after cutting a lot of thistles on the farm in the morning. The birchwoods were lovely with Chanterelles, red Russulas, and the first few Orange Birch Boletes of the year.

Orange Birch Bolete
Orange Birch Bolete (it was delicious)

The sun came out from time to time, enough to make the Spey Valley look lushly golden against the green wooded hills and the distant blue Cairngorms, the heather richly brown in the foreground.

Upper Spey Valley
Upper Spey Valley
Orange crustose lichen with big black apothecia on rock
Orange crustose lichen with big black apothecia on rock
Spotted Flycatcher
Spotted Flycatcher
Wood Warbler and Spotted Flycatcher Habitat

I climbed up the old mossy boulder-field of fallen rocks until I reached the old-growth Hazel woodland, and sat down. Around me, a Spotted Flycatcher brought flies to a juvenile, and a pair of bright yellow Wood Warblers flitted about the trees and showed themselves beautifully. The rocks were richly lichened, and Wild Thyme and Wood Sage (elegant spikes of green flowers with purple anthers) sprouted among the ferns. Maidenhair Spleenwort grew here and there among the rocks. It was really pretty.

Wood Sage, Teucrium scorodonia
Wood Sage, Teucrium scorodonia

Then I made my way right under the last of the cliffs around to the north and up on to Creag Dhu itself, with glorious views over the Upper Spey valley. Half a dozen feral goats played the role of herbivore, along with a Roe deer that skipped away from me effortlessly up the mountain and over a crest.

Feral Goats on Creag Dhu
Feral Goats on Creag Dhu

As I neared the summit, a Peregrine Falcon, wings like an anchor, hung motionless in the stiff wind before swooping to the ground.

Back at base, we had a magnificent mushroom sauce on our rice for dinner.

Moorland … with Orchids

Fragrant Orchid Gymnadenia conopsea among heather on hill, Upper Speyside
Fragrant Orchid Gymnadenia conopsea among heather on hill, Upper Speyside

I’m used to seeing Marsh Orchids up here in Scotland, but I’d always associated the Fragrant Orchid with chalk and limestone. However, I keyed it out with James Merryweather’s very helpful Key for the Identification of Orchids Common in Western Scotland, and there it was, Gymnadenia conopsea, growing among the heather and bilberries with no chalk in sight. Its jizz is quite unlike the Marsh Orchids, with slim unspotted leaves, pale unstreaked flowers, and an unobtrusive long slim spur behind each flower.

Marsh Orchid
Marsh Orchid

The Marsh Orchid is quite variable, usually boldly marked like this one in purple with stripes and loops, but sometimes almost white all over. It’s mostly rather short. The paired pollinia are visible inside a couple of the flowers.

Birdsfoot Trefoil near Dalwhinnie
Birdsfoot Trefoil near Dalwhinnie

Another little plant that I’d not have associated with rainswept moorland is the Birdsfoot Trefoil (or, Bacon and Eggs from its rich red and yellow colours). It is happy in warm dry lawns; but equally at home here on disturbed ground where the competing plant cover is conveniently low.

Lichen-covered rock near Dalwhinnie
Lichen-covered rock near Dalwhinnie

More obviously Highland in character are the tough lichens forming orange and black patches actually in the hard weathered rocks on the moor. The black discs are the apothecia of one of the species, containing the spores of the lichen fungus; they have to meet up with the single-celled algae to re-form the lichen partnership or symbiosis.

Like peering into a rock pool: Cup Lichens
Like peering into a rock pool: Cup Lichens

The miniature world of lichens is able to surprise even people who know their local environment well. The Cladonia ground-living lichens include shrubby species that make excellent tiny trees for railway modellers and architects. The same genus contains several species of cup lichens, some coarse and scaly like the common cup lichen (C. conoiocraea), some tall and slim like C. fimbriata, some with elegant red apothecia around the edges of their cups. This mixture of lichens, including some leafy grey Parmelia saxatilis, was growing on a rock beneath a light canopy of Downy Birches.

One of the former Shielings on Catlodge
One of the former Shielings on Catlodge

In the old system of transhumance, the women and children took the cattle up to hill pastures and lived in shielings during the Highland summers. These are marked today by small rectangles of grey stones, all that is left of the humble buildings, and bright green grassy areas among the brown of the heather.

Female Antler Moth Cerapteryx graminis
Female Antler Moth Cerapteryx graminis

The Antler Moth is sexually dimorphic, the female being larger and with a slightly different wing pattern. Appropriately for a species that shares its moorland habitat with the Red Deer, it has a whitish antler pattern on its wings. The caterpillars eat purple moor-grass, sheep’s fescue and matgrass.

Open Day at Gunnersbury Triangle

Cake stall ready to trade, just in time
Cake stall ready to trade, just in time

There was face-painting, and a beekeeper with a demonstration hive and lots of honey, and a brilliant nature walk guided by John Wells, and pond-dipping with damselflies and newts and water scorpions and ramshorn snails and mayfly nymphs, and butterflies all around.

Natalia painting faces and hands
Natalia painting faces and hands

It was seriously sunny and parents pushed pushchairs.

Excitement at the Raffle with Mike and Marie
Excitement at the Raffle with Mike and Marie

It was hot. There were lots of happy people. We sold masses of cakes, quiches, scones and delicious chocolatey things and tea and coffee and orange squash.

Gunnersbury Triangle's 3rd 30th Birthday Cake, and lots of Cava
Gunnersbury Triangle’s 3rd 30th Birthday Cake, and lots of Cava

I was too dizzy in the heat and busy with the stall, pond-dipping – and pouring birthday Cava – to take more than a few desultory photos. We had a 30th birthday for the saving of the Triangle from development, two years ago; a party for officials and Trust workers back in May for the day the reserve opened; and now this one for the public. Anyone would think we liked parties or something.

Jan presenting Netty with flowers
Jan presenting Netty with flowers

Netty, our Conservation Officer, is now on maternity leave. On behalf of the committee, Jan gave her a card and a big bouquet of flowers.

 

 

A day for signs (signboards and mimics)

Big hoverfly Volucella inanis
Big hoverfly Volucella inanis

It was a day for signs: we worked all morning digging two deep post-holes for a new welcome signboard beside the ramp path, telling stories as we dug down through dry soil, pebbles and then soft clayey subsoil. Eventually we were deep enough and level enough to pop the sign in, and with nothing more than the spoil, pebbles, and a spirit level and a bit of tamping, we had a fine new signboard up. As if by magic, the TV camera team from ChiswickBuzz arrived to film us holding up spades, a Green Cross banner (some sort of quality of service award), and asking us to cheer improbably, so we shouted 1-2-3 Hooray! and waved spades like idiots, and the camera crew looked happy and wandered off.

Strangalia maculata on Hogweed
Strangalia maculata on Hogweed

There were some bright black-and-yellow insects about pretending not very convincingly to be wasps, but their warning signs seem to work pretty well. After lunch we came back past the signboard to do a butterfly transect, and we nearly cheered as a visitor took a good look at the signboard. We joked that with an apostrophe missing, we’d have to dig the sign out and send it back for a refund.

On the transect we had good numbers of butterflies, but without so much sunshine it was without the masses of Gatekeepers of a fortnight ago. There were a pair of Commas, a Red Admiral, a Brimstone, and plenty of Small Whites, Speckled Woods, Holly Blues and Gatekeepers. A pair of (Migrant or Southern?) Hawkers scooted about from the hut to the ramp; down by the pond was an exuviae of something like a Broad-Bodied Chaser; a Common Darter sunbathed on the boardwalk, and a pair of Azure Blues wandered above the now happily full pond, laying eggs. The reserve echoed to the crash of demolition from the High Street.

A Hot Day Down at the Reserve … to Rebuild a Bench

The old bench by the pond had been getting very rotten and rackety, so the back, seat and one of the sides (yeah, 60% of it then) were taken off and the team had the job of putting it all back together using new wood and a bag of coach bolts.

If only things were that simple. Cutting the wood to length wasn’t too complicated. The side stretcher was angled but I managed to measure that with the saw and a pencil and marked holes from the bolts of the surviving stretcher. The bolts were too long, so they had to be cut down with a hacksaw to make it possible to use a socket spanner to tighten them.

DSCN4513 Rebuilding the pond bench

Then we marked the position of all five timbers for the back and seat, marked the bolt holes, and drilled them. The two for the back were countersunk for the heads, and fitted to the posts. The bolts were heavier than the old ones, giving us trouble trying to tighten them in the small countersunk space available. I widened the gap with a bit of chiselling and managed to tighten the nuts using a pair of grips. The bolts weren’t long enough for the seat timbers and the thickness of the stringers so we drilled the timbers with starter holes (very narrow) and nailed them down with six-inch nails, a considerable effort.  The vibration made the timbers climb up the nail, so when the nail was seemingly fully down, it in fact still had an inch to go and the timber was way adrift of the stringer. We thumped the thing down with a lump hammer and then continued tapping away on the nail with an ordinary hammer. The engineer’s maxim, ‘when all else fails, use b****y great nails’ did come to mind. It was very hot in the sunshine and we gratefully shared a thermos of iced water between us.

The pond bench rebuilt
The pond bench rebuilt

The bench actually looked quite new and professional. Of course if the old posts fall to bits, we’ll have to start over, but it* should last a few more years yet.

* It – the bench – is now officially a “Grandad’s Axe”. You know, grandad’s axe is over 70 years old, and has had seven new shafts and two new heads over the years…