Here is a photo selection of hazel coppice stools I took at Wood Nook on Wednesday lunchtime.
Notice how the poles are bent and differing thicknesses when the stool has stood uncut for so long, there are some very old thick branches in there.
Here’s the next one for shaving, you can see the charcoal bag I’m using to collect dead and dry sun shoots for kindling. Hazel throws up sun shoots, new side shoots,even when there are loads of old branches which block out the light so much that many little shoots perish for lack of light.
An hour later, all flat and partly graded into the various useful items from brash tops to cover the stool to avoid browsing by deer, to deer parts and fencing poles. This one still needs to final big, low cut right across the base to encourage new growth from basal buds.
This is the regrowth a couple of years after cutting.
This one’s the best in the wood, I think it has a microclimate next to a wall, on a bank above the stream. Lots of good straight poles.
And here is the stream. At some point long ago it was partly culverted, I can’t think why in this rather remote rural location.
They made quite a job of it, but I think a lot of it has fallen in through neglect and heavy floods.
I’m rather busy with coppicing just now and very tired when I get home at night, and the chainsaw elbow doesn’t help! However much progress is being made and today I’m getting help from a group of students from Craven College as part of their Countryside Management course.
I’ve been so busy I’ve not managed to take photos, but may be able to get some today.
In the meantime here’s a brilliant little poem to put you on:
[With acknowledgements to The Edward Thomas Fellowship. Illustration by Howard Phipps.]
(And thanks for the card Gus!)
The poem is by Edward Thomas born in Lambeth 3rd March 1878, killed at Arras on Easter Monday 9th April 1917.