Halloween Task

The Last Of Us,Too

It was a grim day, the sky was overcast, the water around Doffcocker Lodge’s island was grey, cold, and choppy. On the shore opposite the island, beneath a gnarled willow, stood 15 volunteers braving the autumnal weather and waiting their turn to be ferried across the few dozen metres to the island. Two by two with tools and bags the volunteers crossed the water with James acting as ferryman, until all had passed over and stood surveying their world for the next few hours.

“The task today,” said Tom, “Is to cut back the vegetation, pull up any self-seeding regrowth, and harvest the willow. We’ll use the willow to reinforce the hurdles around the edge of the island to stop erosion. Put the brash behind the hurdles, this will help with the erosion control.”
“And if there’s any left we’ll build a wicker man for Francis,” said Colin, but nobody was listening.

Everybody began to pick up their tool of choice, bow saws, loppers, or slashers, then got to work on the island’s annual tidy up. After a couple of hours some areas were cleared and a nice pile of willow stems began to pile up ready for use.

“Tom what are these?” asked Craig, pointing at dozens of eggs sitting in hollows.
“They are Canada geese eggs,” said Tom. “Doffcocker used to be full of Canada geese, they’re not native and damage to the lodge. They graze the shoreline and dump [phosphates] in the water.”
“The eggs were treated with paraffin so they wouldn’t hatch. If they don’t hatch then there are no new geese, so over time the goose numbers dropped. This was something that happened years ago.”
“Did we do that?”asked Craig. “No,” replied Tom “We weren’t involved, it was work done by other groups. These eggs are old so whatever you do don’t break them.”
“Are they full of dead birds?” gasped Craig, “Jane, come here I’ve something to show you.”

And so the day went on. Just after dinnertime something strange began to happen. In the sky, glowing through the clouds, pale green flashes appeared, bursting silently like eerie flares.
“What is that?” asked Jeff. No one knew, not even Chris, who usually would.
The flashes continued for several minutes, then died away leaving a sense of unease in their wake. Shortly after, a dull cracking sound could be heard coming from nearby.
“Nathan, stop cracking your knuckles,” chided Katrina
“It’s not me…. it’s the eggs,” remarked Nathan.

Everybody stopped and stare at the pits full of eggs, each glowing the same green as the lights in the sky. One by one the eggs cracked open releasing small rotting goslings, and a foul stench. As each of the hatchlings caught sight of the volunteers they started to drag themselves forward, black fluid dripping from their twisted beaks and malformed wings.
“They’re hideous,” gasped Andrew, “It’s like a nightmare, a badly written nightmare,” and then ran behind a tree for a quick vape.

“We need to get off the island,” said someone sensible, but no one was listening.
“We need to get off the island,” said Tom, everyone agreed.
“We’ve got time, they’re not moving very fast,” said Jane bravely walking backwards.
Caroline took charge of the situation, “Everyone to the dinghy, women and children first…. Mark, get out of the dinghy.”
“It was worth a try,” groaned Mark climbing back on to the island.
“Joanne, Eve, you go first,”
“I’m not a kid,” complained Eve.
“Sshh, get in the boat, Ellie.. I mean Evie” said Joanne.

At that point the ground began to quake, the earth broke open and adult zombie Canada geese erupted from their graves. They staggered and croaked, as they tried to find their legs.. some literally. Then suddenly some of them rushed forward.
“Stop it, I’m a vegetarian,” screamed Francis as one of the undead birds tried to bite him.
“I don’t think they care,” quipped James.
“We’ll never get everyone off the island while they are attacking. Someone has to stay and fight them off while we escape,” suggested James.
Everybody shuffled around, looked at their phones, hummed, or pretended to be trying to remember something important.
“Looks like nobody’s nobody is gonna do it, so might as well be me,” sighed Caroline. “Tom, get everybody off the island. I’ll meet you in the pub.”
“But…,” garbled Tom
“Do as your told!” shouted Caroline picking up a slasher, walking towards the birds with purpose, and swinging the slasher at the putrid poultry like she was born to it.

The dinghy was built for 3 but that day it carried 14 across the few tens of yards to the shore. The group stood and stared across at the island. The decaying remains of the reanimated geese still quivered and crawled, their terrible cries echoing across the water. But of Caroline there was no sign.
An evil wind blew from the island beneath a grim sky.
“So, which pub are we going to?” asked Francis.

Sitting in the Doffcocker Inn the group sat and pondered their loss.
“She’ll be here soon Tom, I know she will,” said Jane optimistically.
“I hope so, I’ve bought her a pint,” replied Tom.

At that moment the door crashed open and in staggered Caroline, dripping lodge water and mud on the pubs newly refurbished flooring. She raised her hand and reached out to the group.
“You’ve earned this pint,” Tom said, “here,” and handed it towards her.
Caroline’s hand dropped from her wrist, dangling by a shred of flesh, black fluid dripping from the wound.
“Food,” she zombie groaned, “pub food”.
More zombies burst through the door, some still carrying their smartphones.
“Maybe I should have got her a half instead,” said Tom as the planet’s new rulers lurched forward.

And the screams of the living soon became the snarls of the undead.

And now what really happened. The weather was too bad to work on the island so we cut back willow along the edge of the reedbed instead. No one was eaten or turned in to a zombie, and the pub’s carpet wasn’t soiled in any way.

Halloween stuff from previous years can be found through this link

Winter Hill: Rhododendron

Rhododendron removal 24th August 2025

rhododendron

There are an estimated 15,000 invasive species in the UK, 49 of those species are considered to be harmful to wildlife, and one of those species makes up one of out bread and butter tasks – Rhododendron ponticum. People ask ‘Why do you kill those plants, they’re nice, they have pretty flowers?’ Pretty flowers.. hmm… let’s see

The name Rhododendron translates as “Rose Tree”, ponticum refers to the plant’s home territory around the Black Sea (Latin name Ponticum Sinum). It is a member of the Ericaceae family, the same family as heather and bilberry, which explains why it likes acid soils.

Rhododendron was first introduced to Britain in 1763 from Gibraltar and was soon firmly installed in throughout the country in the ornamental gardens of stately homes. The fashion for this insidious threat continued up to the mid 1890s with R. ponticum becoming the favoured rootstock for grafting and cultivation. But a series of harsh Victoria winters wiped out many evergreen species, including some of the less hardy rhododendron. The remainders soon reverted back to their wild state, and as many country manors fell into disuse and management of stately grounds declined, the rhodys spread. Armed with an array of phytochemical weaponry and unimpeded by our native wildlife, Rhododendron ponticum soon began to dominate the countryside. BCV have seen the effects of this first hand at sites such as the Anderton Centre and Ravenden Clough, both sites were once the grounds of country estates, both sites were overrun with rhodys once left to their own devices.

Rick 2007
2007 first Anderton resi.

What makes our enemy so deadly? To start with its roots, stems, leaves, flowers, pollen and nectar are loaded with grayanotoxins, a cocktail of phenols and diterpenes that have a range of toxic properties including anti-viral and anti-fungal properties. How R. ponticum employs these chemicals is still open to debate. One theory is that the grayanotoxins kill the mycorrhizal fungi the grows on the roots of any competing plants, preventing those plants absorbing essential nutrients such as phosphorus. Another theory is that the toxins kill soil fauna such as worms and microbes which consequently inhibits nutrient cycling and availability of nutrients to other species. The theories surrounding methods of dispersal for grayanotoxins are equally as diverse. Researchers argue that toxins enter the soil via roots; by leachate from decaying leaf litter; by runoff from the plants leaves and stems and also by air. There are other theories that claim the toxic soil effects of rhodys are overstated and the likely cause of their dominance is that they shade out other species and out-compete them for nutrients and pollinating insects.

The toxicity of rhodys is beyond question. In addition to their damaging effects on habitats no native insect can survive nibbling rhody leaves, sheep and horses can die from eating them, and even humans have been harmed. There are records, dating back to 400 BC, of honey made from rhododendron nectar adversely affecting people who eat it. Apparently it has both hallucinogenic and laxative effects on the sufferer, so it’s not something you want to spread on your toast in the morning. Surprisingly the bees are immune to rhody toxins.

What other survival strategies to rhodys use? Well, they can spread both vegetatively, such as rooting at points where branches touch the ground, and also by seed. It takes a rhody between 12 and 20 years to mature and produce flowers, each of those flowers can generate as many as 3000 seeds each, that means a good sized shrub can produce around 7,000,000 seeds per year. The seeds are distributed by wind and can travel up to 500 metres from the parent. Winter Hill near Belmont shows just how effective this method of propagation can be, with rhody seedlings scattered across the hillside many hundreds of metres from the nearest mature individuals.

And the bad news doesn’t stop there. Rhododendron also spread a deadly fungus, Phytothora ramorum or Sudden Oak Death. First identified in California the fungus appeared in the UK in 2003 and is arguably now the greatest threat to our woodlands and heathlands. Rhododendron is responsible for the extinction of 150 native British species in the last 100 years. As more habitat is destroyed by the encroachment of rhododendron the more species suffer- trees, mosses, ferns, insects, amphibians, mammals, birds, nothing is unaffected. Pretty flowers? No.

Although we started this task on Winter Hill sometime in 2010, the British Mountaineering Council (BMC) have also been keeping up the fight for the last few years. It’s a big job as rhodys have spread extensively across the hillside, and unfortunately the fires that ravaged Winter Hill in 2018 missed this area otherwise our work would have been done. Best wishes ad thanks to BMC for all of the work they have done over the years.

Anderton Centre: Summer Resi

Friday 11th to Sunday 13th July 2025

Anderton Outdoor Centre
Anderton Outdoor Centre

The Anderton Centre was built in 1990 on the site of Anderton New Hall. Anderton New Hall was built in the 1870s to replace Lady Hall which itself was demolished when Lower Rivington Reservoir was constructed in the 1850s, Anderton New hall survived until the 1930 when the derelict building was demolished. Lady Hall, which may have been built in the 1600s was located near what is now the A673 at the bottom end of Lower Rivington Reservoir. The Lady Hall was built to replace Anderton Old Hall which was present on a site near Old Hall Farm not far from Crown Lane, Horwich. The Old Hall dated back to around 1281 and may have been demolished around the time of the Civil War.

The areas around the Anderton Centre are largely man made: farms, reservoirs, tree plantations, fields and ponds, but they have become home to wide range of wild species from crows to cormorants, from rabbits to roe deer. BCV’s involvement at the Anderton Centre began in January 2007, at the time the site was dominated by rhododendron. It took us 4 years to clear the terraced grounds which are now used for outdoor activities such as archery and climbing.

It’s 2025 and we’re back at Anderton again for our usual summer tasks of balsam eradication and dry stone walling, with a little bit of hedge trimming for variety. Balsam bashing on the hottest days of the year is hard, tiring work, the heat and humidity draining your energy without mercy. But bit by bit we are getting the balsam under control; this year there was less that last year, next year there should be even less. Find out more about balsam in this handy beginners guide.

For walling we moved to the south side for a change where sections of walls had been knocked down by either people or cattle. With Rivington Reservoir being very low it was easier to find stone for building than usual. We repaired several sections but there’s still plenty left to fix.

And finally, James is 21 this year and we celebrated with a cake and various gifts from socks to books. Happy birthday, James.

That’s done for another year, we would like thank the Anderton Centre management and staff for having us back; Tom, and Caroline for organising; Lynn and Trish for cooking; finally thanks to all who turned out to help out. Other resi’s are available here.

Dunscar Wood: Balsam Bash

Sunday 1st June 2025

Dunscar Wood is a relatively new woodland near Egerton, Bolton. The wood occupies 5.7 hectares of what was formerly green fields which were bought by the Woodland Trust in 1998 as part of their millennial Woodlands on Your Doorstep project. Old maps do show a small patch of woods in the area but not of any great size or significance. You can find other posts about the work we’ve done at Dunscar here and here.

Today’s task was a different aspect of woodland management form planting and thinning. Instead of managing the trees themselves we were managing what grows between them, in this case Himalayan balsam. You can find out more about balsam and why we spend so much time getting rid of it on yet another post (sorry) here.

For the last couple of years we have been trying to reduce the presence of balsam, and it looks like we are actually succeeding to some extent; the areas that last year were thick with balsam are now a bit more sparse, but work still needs to continue. This session, however, was cut short by heavy rain.

Thanks to Caroline and Tom for organising, and for all of the other work they but into running the group. Also thanks to everyone who turned.

Jumbles: Pond Restoration

Pond Restoration 4th May 2025

As well as a big reservoir Jumbles Country Park also has some smaller water bodies that are less well known. In May 2022 we began a restoration project, back then the ponds had become overgrown and shaded out by vegetation. The ponds were dredged to remove leaf litter and silt and oxygenating plants were introduced to the ponds. Brash and branches were cut back and used to create linear habitat piles, Himalayan balsam was pulled up or cut down.

In May 2023 we came back and the areas around the ponds had transformed from a lunar landscape to a carpet of flowers, the work continued with cutting back invasive vegetation, and planting marginal plants.. and a bit of pond dipping. Today’s task involved cutting back willow from around the pond to let in more light. We used the chipper to process most of the brash and spread the resulting chips along the path, the rest of the brash was used to create a linear habitat pile. Want to know more about ponds? Then have a read of this.

In 2023 we found toad tadpoles, this year we had alder fly larvae and baby newts. The ponds should continue to attract frogs and toads as well as insects such as dragonflies. Thanks to everyone involved and big thanks to Tom and Caroline for organising and keeping the group going.

Darcy Lever Marshes: New Frontier

Pond Management 9th March 2025

Darcy Lever Marshes is a new site for Bolton Conservation volunteers. The site is hidden between housing estates near Hollycroft Avenue, playing fields and Radcliffe road and if one of Bolton’s secret wildlife havens.

The marshes provide habitat for great crested newt and other amphibians, and potentially could benefit dragonflies. About 20 years ago Dave Orchard and the Amphibian and Reptile Group for South Lancashire developed the site but willow trees are now starting to take over and threatening the site’s usefulness, a process know as succession (to find out more about succession see this earlier post).

We were last here in November 2023 when BCV and Dave Orchard removed willow trees that shading ponds deeper in the marshes. As this is privately owned land we had permission to burn all of the material we cut down, on this particular site this method of disposal was preferable to making habitat piles.

This time we were working on a different pond. Trees were shading out the pond and needed cutting back, the brash produced was used to create a linear habitat pile along one edge of the pond to deter intruders

Many thanks to the site’s owner for allowing us to work on this site, Tom and Caroline for organising and everyone who took part. Photos from both tasks below.