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Thursday, 28 February 2019

Thursday February 28th 2019


Well that's it. My final ever Tweet of the Day recording. And significantly the final ever programme I'll make as a producer. This is the script for Welsh poet and playwright Gillian Clarke who I wanted to get onto the series after a colleague interviewed her. Her choice of species were Red Kite and Grey Heron. At 2pm I sat in Cubicle 2 thinking well this is it, my years of making programmes has finally come to an end (as far as I know). From April I'll be a full time production co-ordinator.  

I'll not miss programme making at all, as it has become a very stressful and chaotic process. The fun and more worryingly, the creativity of the role, squeezed out of the production process by budgetary cuts. But I will miss meeting and chatting to very interesting people from all walks of life. That's he best part of the jobs for me, meeting people. Discussing views, challenging preconceptions, all while making a radio programme. To be honest I'm not a good programme maker. I'm competent, but have no flair for it. It never really clicked with me, except when making Living Worlds on location. And that was more to do with being in areas of the natural landscape, with brilliant contributors, bringing the best of natural history to the listener. And although I've enjoyed the other aspects of my work, producing and being part of radio output, it really does feel like I need a change, move on and enjoy life more. I'm not sure what that change may be but it's time for the young ambitious producers to take over. When I began in the BBC in my late 20's those colleagues then in their mid 50's like the lovely Mike Kendall, would say to me "this is a young persons game - few of us get beyond 50 intact". And I believe that to be true. I'm not old, but boy do I feel my age sometimes as waves of exhaustion drift over me while editing or trying to keep on top of the run-a-way ever reinventing itself schedule we all work to now. The world of radio is now going through such a fundamental change, I no longer have the energy or drive to keep up. No regrets at all. I feel privileged to have made over 300 programmes as a producer. Not everyone gets such an opportunity. But it's definitely time for producer Andrew to put the comfy slippers on.

Wednesday, 27 February 2019

Wednesday February 27th 2019


A trip to the Great Wen today. And what a lovely day to go there, blue skies (cloaked in the Capitol's pollution) and the day the English temperature record for February was broken in nearby Kew. Sadly most of my day was bathed in darkness. A 06.28 train from Worle meant rising from the slumber pit at 05.30 - actually at 05.20 Julie woke me with an offer of tea and peanut butter on toast. Lovely. It was chillsome, and dark, on the platform, enriched however by multifarious birdsong. A brisk walk from Paddington to the BBC followed, and the rest of the day was spent in room L028 in the basement of the BBC, attending a "Safe Management of Radio Productions" mandatory course. Two Bristolian colleagues I hadn't known were attending hove into view, so I had chums to chat to over lunch when we stood outside Broadcasting House munching on my cold bacon sandwiches. Training over it was a leisurely walk back to Paddington and across the domestic threshold just before 8pm, in darkness. It has been a hot sunny day I believe, sadly I failed to witness it. All for the bagrain price of my train ticket, £231. Thank you Licence Fee.

Tuesday, 26 February 2019

Tuesday February 26th 2019


The last week or so has seen February temperatures break all records. Tabloids have had a field-day with this unseasonable, but not exceptional 'Winter Weather'. I remember early February 2004 it was really warm when out birdwatching in short sleeves. But yes the end of winter 2019 has broken records, much as the end of February 2018 did in the opposite direction, as the Beast from the East barrelled in and blanketed the country in drifts. The one thing that is certain is that the UK's weather is unpredictable, always has been. It's why we talk about it so much. And why I took an image of my shadow at 2pm. Because the sun was so warm I thought I'll have 10 minutes taking in the Vitamin D. 

Just after taking this Tom Heap, the presenter of Countryfile wandered past and we had a quick chat. Nearby one of the BBC tours was taking place, normally populated by retired people wandering about. I always forget I work with celebrities, they're just colleagues but as Tom and I chatted, the phones came out in the group and snaps of 'that bloke off the telly' were taken. Not sure they knew who I was - hopefully not John Craven, he's nearly 80!

Back to the temperatures, here's February 2019 winter record breaking temperatures

Thursday 21st February - 18.3 oC in Aboyne in Aberdeenshire (Scottish winter record)
Tuesday 25th February - 20.3 oC in Ceredigion, (Welsh winter record)
Tuesday 24th February - 20.6 oC in Teddington, Greater London (English winter record

Postscript - beaten again on Wednesday 27th February - 21.2 oC in Kew, London (new English winter record)

That all got the news journalists excited, but it's not climate change, it's just weather. There will be an effect of climate change pushing the temperatures slightly higher but high winter temperatures have happened for decades.  The past records were ,

Scotland - 120 years ago in 1899 when 17.9 oC was recorded - I'm sure that's before Global Warming was thought about and let's not forget on January 31st this year temperatures dropped to minus 14 in Braemar - when the tabloids then predicted Snowmagheddon February. One thing Climate Change will do is make weather swing about unpredictably. 

Wales - 18.6 oC was the previous record set in 1990 - in January 1953 and 1971, Wales had January temperatures of 18.3 oC

England - in 1890 and 1891 London and Hampshire saw February temperatures reach 18.9 oC and in 1998, 19.7oC in Greenwich. 

It's just weather.







Monday, 25 February 2019

Monday February 25th 2019


Behold £3 worth of succulents. There are actually five Echeveria's in this pot which I bought from work today. I'm not entirely sure where they came from but the Gardner's World team had installed hundreds of these in a display somewhere. Good this isn't it, full of facts. After the display was dismantled they had about 1000 of these lovely quality plants to dispose of. So, being the BBC, they were sold on site and all money to Children in Need. I could have had 10 plants for £5, but these five will do me. Just need to try and identify them now. And pot them on. Over to Julie.



Sunday, 24 February 2019

Sunday February 24th 2019


I love house sparrows. I love house sparrows more when they make an image increase its joy. And so it was today, ahead of a day at Tyntesfield, when these male house sparrows were warming themselves in the early morning sunshine. I failed to grab the image of half a dozen sparrows and a beautifully colourful starling on one branch, disappointing but inevitable. I've lost count of the times I've seen a wonderful image and then by the time I've got the camera, my vision has melted into the mist. As today. So just sparrows, which didn't disappoint. I watch these noisy finches daily as they live in the house and feed in the garden. It's not unusual to have 40-50 in one bush, squabbling and chattering away. Which pleases me so much. As a species on the decline in Britain, having a healthy population here is a joy. They are thugs however and so keep the other birds away. For a while. Fo as soon as they depart, the blue tits, great tits and others like dunnocks soon come back. I nature there is space for everyone, just not all at the same time! 



Saturday, 23 February 2019

Saturday February 23rd 2019


Another beautiful spring day. After a few chores and the departure of the fencer who had popped round to supply a quote,  I found myself in the fair village of Winscombe. Somerset is a diverse county,  with the northern outlier of former Avon county status. A commuter area but still clinging onto its rural past. A light bite in The Pantry was followed after a chat with a sunworshiping barber,  by a stroll along the Strawberry Line walkway. 

On the drive to Winscombe we had already spotted a brimstone butterfly on the wing. On early spring get the air temperature to 13 degrees and they will fly. We were there as Julie wanted to take me to a local nature reserve, created for its 3 species of orchid. Not evident in late February of course,  but what a wonderful natural oasis,  less than 10 miles from Bristol and it's rapidly expanding airport. A lot of birds were in full throat. Skylark and meadow pipit in the long grass. Jackdaw and took nest building. Trees and hedges at near bud burst. This is a magical time as we crawl our way out of the winter grip of darkness. Later I watched a pair of rooks pair bonding at the nest. He,  complete with choose twig jumped about,  she shimmering her tail in a ritual which has been happening for millennia - the rebirth of life. A magical day in the Somerset countryside. 



Friday, 22 February 2019

Friday February 22nd 2019


An image of my day. A good day. A day of Elegant Simplicity. This was my lunchtime subjoin. Sandwich, crisps, prawn cocktail and a can of lemon SanPelegrino. But this lunchtime heralded an hour of joy and inspiration to look forward to. The book, Elegant Simplicity by Satish Kumar was my reading choice this lunchtime, swatting up on facts for the script underneath. At 2pm I headed to studio 1B to record a Tweet of the Day session with Satish and it proved to be as inspirational as I'd hoped. Through my career I've met some inspirational people. Often the bubble of celebrity is burst when working with people who are well known. They as as vulnerable,  unsure and hesitant as the next person. However two people now stand head and shoulders above the crowd. Both hero's I'd wanted to meet and both who were more than that. Michael Palin was the first of these back in 2015. Satish Kumar was the second. I listened to Satish's words of wisdom enthralled, forgetting frequently why I was there. Ilse the studio manager who hadn't heard of  Satish ended the session with awe and admiration for this 82 year old and his advice for a child being born today. My only regret was Satish was in a studio in Plymouth. I'd have loved to meet the man himself, and still would. His words though will suffice for the moment. A good day indeed.


Thursday, 21 February 2019

Thursday February 21st 2019


What a beautiful day. Whilst we've been experiencing mild February weather, today the sun shone and with a southerly wind from the Azores the temperature rose to the mid to high teens across the country. Continuing with my parking routine, I drove back over the Suspension Bridge to walk back to work and in doing so crossed a packed Bridge, full of tourists enjoying this spring day. On the Somerset side of the Bridge is a little Piaggio coffee van. Which today was doing a roaring trade, so much so I couldn't wait for a coffee myself. I love early spring and today was one of those days when winter finally feels as though it has been cast off forever. Happy Days!

Wednesday, 20 February 2019

Wednesday February 20th 2019


Sweetened sweet potato soup and out of shot a chunk of Hobbs House bread. A welcome break from my day working on the GPS Project at Tyntesfield. This was the second day of the project and I took a day off to be there myself. It's half term thus the estate was crammed with young families. Nearly 1400 people visited Tyntesfield today, enjoying the spring sunshine in the morning and birdsong. In total I managed to get 9 GPS devices out and back which added to the 8 a fortnight ago means we're really getting some useful data in over where people go, or don't go. I like this project. The soup was lovely too, not least as the soup benefited from my 20% discount too...£3.80, a bargain.

Tuesday, 19 February 2019

Tuesday February 19th 2019


A slightly unnerving image. I found myself in a meeting room all by myself. Towering over me was Jonathan Dimbleby. Why?  Well because the room is known as Jonathan Dimbleby. It's as simple as that. 

Monday, 18 February 2019

Monday February 18th 2019


I did a bit of jay-watching this lunchtime. Possibly our most beautiful bird,  the jay is normally secretive and aloof. Yet as long as I've known in my time in Clifton,  jays have seemingly lost much of their weariness towards man,  filling the air with its rawkus calls from the many trees lining the streets. Today however I watched a jay in one of the many communal gardens this area is known for. Perched on a wooden bench,  it came to my notice as it flew underneath and began searching for presumably spiders and insects. These lovely (if predatory) intelligent birds adapt perfectly to their surroundings. Systematically this bird searched under this bench until another jay flew over and disturbed the first bird. They landed in a tree right next to me,  which is when the photo was taken. I watched them squirelling around the tree before noisily they flew over my head,  over the road and dropped into a garden. A colourful interlude to my walk,  somewhat repeated again in the next street with a different pair. Clifton jays are such fun to watch,  I only wish my photo of the bench feeding jay had been better. Ahh well it's a silhouette of my observations. 

Sunday, 17 February 2019

Sunday February 17th 2019


Gotta love a typo. Sadly though this is becoming altogether a regular occurrence on the BBC Weather website. For years the BBC and the Met Office provided wonderful, if occasionally inaccurate weather, especially when the magnetic clouds fell off the map. TV gold.  But then that is weather, by nature, unpredictable, and chaotic.  Bazillions have been spent on new computer programmes and softwear able to predict way further into the future than before. Earth is ringed by a network of satellites beaming endless data down to Derek, who never leaving his alpine chalet, somewhere just left of Biarritz, processes all this for our convenience.  In reality however, 24-48 hours is about as good as it has gotten. My grandfather, a sea captain ploughing the Arctic waters during WW2 to feed the Russians, always said he needed to know the weather and 24 hours to 48 hours is as far as anyone can predict it. That was in the middle of the last Century, and it's not really changed, until today.

Around a year ago the BBC parted company with the Met Office and went into partnership with the European Meteo group. Who quite frankly is a "shower". Since then even the 24 hour forecast has become well lets be honest, about as reliable as wafting a strand of seaweed out the window at a passing cloud. If the seaweed is dry, I can predict it's not raining. And if it's wet? Its raining. That's my experience anyway in Somerset at least. Yet I persist with the BBC Weather pages for my lottery forecast of the day experience. Many a day has been forecast wet, I have ventured out on mackintosh and gumboots only to find the sun shining benignly from an azure blue sky. 

Today however the BBC Website has excelled. 

For weeks, the monthly forecast has been warning of a prolonged cold snap, something caused by a Polar Vortex, high pressure over Eastern Europe, and the second cousin twice removed of Derek who was given a weather station for Christmas and now sits in his shed in Montenegro with rune stones and a pencil. The Daily Express (who I love for their absolute disregard for accuracy) has produced doom laden pages strewn across the weeks, "three months of "snow-mageddon" - even yesterday they put this out, while everyone else bathed in the mild February climate set to continue for weeks.


Now though the BBC is joining the bandwagon with yesterdays Monthly Forecast - which amazingly has predicted 12 months ahead - March 4th to February 17th - a new super computer must have come on line then. Or extra seaweed.  Good forecast, not much in the way of facts, heavy with 'well we think' and 'possibly' and just brimming with uncertainty.  A colleague of mine a few years ago said she never takes any notice of the weather forecasts. As she prophetically said, "If you wish to know the weather, just look out of the window". I predict she may have a point there!

Saturday, 16 February 2019

Saturday February 16th 2019


Human evolution has come a long way. But not in Somerset. Apparently the population of Nailsea are so evolutionary backward they are unable to boil then mash potatoes. I find this astonishing, but here is the evidence for my own eyes to feast on.  

What in all manner of developing new food products which save us time, at Waitrose HQ, got them to dream up this idea of a plastic tub filled with mashed potato to then warm up. Ignoring the carbon footprint of having to make the mashed potato and then cool it, keep it cool in chiller units and then reheat it. Or the absolute waste of plastic resources to transport starchy sludge across the country. Ignoring these, what on earth does this taste like? I know from experience that mashed potato the day after is never as good as fresh out of the pan; a dollop of butter, maybe some cream, chives sometimes. Delicious.  If I hadn't been so traumatised seeing ready made mash, I'd have bought one to find out. As it was I left to go and find some ready made stir fry and pre-chopped carrots. Mind you I am now of an age when I'd probably struggle to get the plastic cover off without resorting to the use of lithium powered garden shears and a long handled spoon. Evolution continues.

Friday, 15 February 2019

Friday February 15th 2019


I could watch the wood pigeons at the feeders for hours. Bird feeders are not normally associated with pigeons. But this one, far from being bird brained, has used it's brain to work out that if it stands on the wall, spilt grain will be on offer. However it has also learnt that for a full English buffet breakfast, if it stands on the left of the feeder on the slightly higher wall, it can feed to it's hearts content from the aperture. Sometimes while I'm watching this, sparrows will be on the top perches and the wood pigeon below.So far I've failed to capture that on digital celluloid. 

I love wood pigeons, like portly gentlemen waddling about in their louche colours, looking all high and mighty. Currently there are three in the garden, I can't tell but probably a male and two ladies given some of the quite frankly astonishing antics played out on the fence. Out over the fields there are nearly a hundred woodies, feeding on the stubble. But this chap has learnt there's rich picking to be had 24/7 just over the lane.  Interesting the 2 collard doves also using the feeding area don't feed directly from the aperture. Or at least I've never seen them. They just scavenge the spilt grain on the wall. And that is the real key thing about wildlife watching, don't just quickly glance then move on, spend time observing species going about their daily business. Get to know their foibles, their differences, their similarities. Though I'm not sure what the blue tit makes of it all?  

Thursday, 14 February 2019

Thursday February 14th 2019


Valentine's Day. Well to be honest Mr and Mrs D don't really do romance. We're married after all. Bickering and stand-off behaviour we do very well. But romance, let me try and remember. We decided not to send cards this year, or gifts, but in a moment of absolute abandon, I purchased 2 marzipan chocolate hearts for 85p each. It was reckless of me I know. As one of the hearts was consumed last evening, this sent the lady Dawes into a whirlwind of creativity. Julie needs to do more cartoons, they're fun and I love them. So there you go...I didn't buy a card, though chocolate was provided. Julie made me an excellent card, I'll leave side two to your imagination. It's not pretty. Happy Valentine's Day.

Wednesday, 13 February 2019

Wednesday February 13th 2019


Car service day. 

Being slightly mad my car is serviced 30 miles away from where I live. I've driven Suzuki cars for nearly 10 years and use a fabulous family run garage outside of Taunton - Tracks. So with the annual service due, it was a 7am start from home to avoid the traffic. Perfect, as a fantastic sunrise caught my eye, flocks of jackdawns scudding overhead. Magical. 

The service chap said as I arrived, "oh another early visitor, that other chap before you was from North Devon" It was 08:10 in the morning. they open at 08:30, but their customer service is wonderful. Paperwork completed, I ventured out the forecourt in the hire car to a local farm shop for my breakfast. 08:40. They opened at 09:00. I'm not usually out the house at 9am, no wonder everything seems closed and quiet. Breakfast pushed over the larynx I headed to nearby Bradford on Tone to kill some of the three hours remaining before my car would be ready. What a wonderful litle place, I watched half a dozen buzzard feeding in a field, pootled around the church and the village and headed into the community run shop for a drink. Then sitting in the sun dozing like a newly retired radio producer a lady on a bicycle stopped and said "you look lovely and warm there". Indeed I was in the warm sunshine which is possibly the first spring like day of the year.Insects buzzed, snowdrops swayed and jackdaws made a racket from the trees behind me. Perfect. As was collecting my car, and being on a service plan, nothing to pay!  A perfect day, sun, snowdrops and service plans.

Tuesday, 12 February 2019

Tuesday February 12th 2019


Sort of a momentous day today. I remember as a young man, fresh out of short pants, my parents friend used to say to me, there'll come a time in a career or job when you know you've turned a corner. Today was that as this is Tim mixing the last five Living Worlds I'll ever produce, for me. For 10 years Living world on Radio 4 has been part of who I became as a 45 year old newbie into the madcap world of radio production, after my move out of the management team. Back then Lionel Kelleway was the consummate presenter of the series, and I have to say, probably remains so. Until 2015, the 18 episodes a year were recorded on location as "intimate encounters with Bristish wildlife". From it's inception in 1967 the programme has criss-crossed the lanes and byways of the United Kingdom. Then as part of Radio 4 financial changes (and editorial direction from on high) the series has been a repeat slot with a top and tail to bring it up to date for the modern audience. In this final run I am producing one episode goes back to 1974 on Shetland with Bobbie Tulloch, at a time before the oil industry had got going up there. An archive programme in more ways than one. Also in this run, a programme on Islay from 1987, stoats, brown hares and finally on the 31st March, my swansong programme, the Cuddy (or eider) duck on the Northumberland coast. Ten years is enough. My tenure ends. Time to let younger and eager workabees take over.

Monday, 11 February 2019

Monday February 11th 2019


Early to bed with a good book. I've been feeling like a damp rag today, so in the absence of anything to watch on the box, I hurled the frame upstairs and retired at 9pm with an improving book. It's a book I bought a year or so back in a charity shop. England is a Village by C Henry Warren, who I know very little about. The illustrations however are by Denys Watkins-Pitchford, who as the author known as BB, I know an awful lot about. Ostensibly this book written in the winter of 1939 and early 1940 is a lament for the loss of what had been at a time of conflict. I love English agrarian and rural history and these types of books, which while often a sentimental, semi-fictionalised-diary representing everyday comings and goings, are nonetheless crammed with facts and historical detail. One such is the age old lament that the older generations are technological Luddites, which in this tome manifests itself in two sons failing to persuade their father to buy a sugar beet lifter pulled by the new tractor, to save time and money. Father, no doubt sucking on his pipe, prefers the horse and cart and employing people from the village to lift the crop. In other words, absolutely nothing changes, just the year in which we look back, forward and argue.

Sunday, 10 February 2019

Sunday February 10th 2019


What a day. The start of a year long project to track the fair visitors to the National Trust estate of Tyntesfield.  This was taken while Amy and I chatted over the plans and process to hand out these GPS devices to the public. In the end we handed out 8 devices over a 6 hour period (we only had 5 to begin with) so three were sent out again. Long day, but a great day - positive steps, now just the data logging to follow and a lot of number crunching.

Saturday, 9 February 2019

Saturday February 9th 2019


I don't think I've ever been to the pictures at 11am on a Saturday since removing myself from covering the legs in short trousers. But this morning battling through gale and pestilence, we alighted at the Wells cinematic emporium to see The Favourite, hot chocolate and flapjack to hand and seated by 10.45. What an astonishing film this is outlining the amore tibus of Queen Anne, Lady Marlborough, and Abigail Hill, the favourite of the story. Lots of naughty bits, and very rude words but a tour-d-force recreating the absolutely decadent and debauched lifestyle of the aristocracy in the Reformation era. Along with the stifling sadness of being a queen. Everybody feints love, nobody actually gives it unless there's a reward. It was a wonderful film, maybe not to everyone's liking, historically dubious too. But a cracking 2 hours in a dark Somerset cinema. That done, it was lunchtime. The favourite bolt hole, the Good Earth was more rammed than a Restoration gentleman caller at the shop of knocking. To the Pickwick then where a very nice gentleman waiter took a shine to me as he effusively guided us to our table, touching me all the way. I know what you're thinking, it's my adonis looks and catwalk perfect waggle that appeals to the young gentleman waiter. Last time that happened I was in Bath with Julie, buying some smelly stuff, perfume I think it's called. Honestly, I'm a married man and wear baggy trousers and never wash my knees!

Lunch pushed over the threshold, a wander in the lovely city of Wells followed, bumping into the Swiftlets of Cheddar, before yet another craving for sustenance overcame us in the now empty Good Earth. Gluten free carob flapjack if anyone's making notes. And a nice cup of tea.

Friday, 8 February 2019

Friday February 8th 2019


My Samsung mobile phone is astonishing. Not only does it loose signal frequently but it also randomly takes photographs. This one I presume was taken while I reclined with a refreshing tea and sandwich in the BBC Club. But I didn't take it. That said I actually quite like it. The slab of taupe on the left is the half wall the seat I sat sitting on hides behind. The rest is well just the stuff of the Club. Nice when odd things happen when least expected. PS: Howling gale and rain outside at the time this was taken. Not that that is relevant.

Thursday, 7 February 2019

Thursday February 7th 2019


I had a mad ten minutes at work today. I'd been sitting staring at a computer screen all day and needed a break. However it was raining. And windy. I wasn't going out.  So as everyone would do, I spent a few minutes going absolutely mad-nuts. There aren't too many photographs of me at work, and so I had a go trying to do something snappy and creative. What I actually was trying to do was spin around on my chair and take a selfie - background blurred, me in focus. In reality all that happened was I became dizzy and got the lead of the headphones caught up in my chair, along with the zip of my fleece, which became well and truly trapped in one of the wheels. as it fell off the chair..my fleece not the wheel. Took me the best part of 5 minutes to unpick myself and regain some decorum, but at least I got over 30 photographs all looking like this. Nurse, bring on the electrodes!

Wednesday, 6 February 2019

Wednesday February 6th 2019


Not my image today, but a screen grab from a report. I've been involved with conservation for over 30 years and the pressure on the agencies which police our landscape is greater now than in any time I can remember.  Journalists better than me have written much today on the perilous state of Natural England, the Governments wildlife arm. Thus, here below a piece from Farming On-Line the respected agricultural website. Grim reading indeed.

Thousands of enviromentally important sites across England are coming under threat as the government body charged with their care struggles with understaffing, slashed budgets and an increasing workload according to a report in the Guardian.

Natural England has wide-ranging responsibilities protecting and monitoring sensitive sites such as nature reserves, and advising on the environmental impact of new homes and other developments in the planning stages. Its work includes overseeing national parks, paying farmers to protect biodiversity, and areas of huge public concern such as air quality and marine plastic waste.

But these activities are being impaired by severe budget cuts and understaffing, Natural England employees and other interested parties have told the Guardian. “These are fantastically passionate staff who are worried that the environment is being affected so badly by these cuts,” one frontline staff member said. “There will be no turning back the clock” if we allow sensitive sites to be degraded.

The agency’s budget has been cut by almost half in the past decade, from £242m in 2009-10 to £100m for 2017-18. Staff numbers have been slashed from 2,500 to an estimated 1,500.

Farmers are finding it harder to access expert help on countryside stewardship. Work on areas such as air pollution and marine plastics has been cut and many nature reserves are being neglected as vital volunteers cannot be safely trained.

One 11-year veteran of the agency reported low morale and increasing difficulty in managing workloads, with sites left unmonitored for years. They said: “Our work brings economic benefits, environmental benefits, it helps communities. We have suffered disproportionately from the cuts to the Department for Environment, Food and Rural Affairs budget. It is such a shame as we have done some amazing and incredible work.”

The Prospect union has investigated the agency and concluded it is “at crisis point”, with staff overstretched and under stress after eight years of a 1% pay cap. The union have launched a report with a call on ministers to increase funding and remove the agency from the pay cap.

“Cuts have left Natural England at the point where its workers are saying they don’t have enough people or resources to do the things they need to do,” said Garry Graham, the deputy general secretary of Prospect. “If we are to be able to regulate our own environment properly after Brexit, it is vital that we cultivate and maintain the skills to do so domestically. We will no longer be able to rely on the EU to do bits of it for us. Once biodiversity is lost, it cannot easily be regained. Now is the time for the government to act.”

There have been widespread complaints from farmers over the agency’s failure to make timely payments for the countryside stewardship scheme, under which farmers undertake measures such as improving habitats for wildlife, wildflowers and pollinators. Payments have not been made on time, or fallen short, and many farmers complained of being unable to access the expert advice they need. This has discouraged farmers from applying to the scheme or continuing with it.

Guy Smith, the deputy president of the National Farmers’ Union, said: “We have thousands of members expecting payment from agri-environment schemes completely in the dark over when these already late payments will be made. It is imperative that Defra and its agencies give this priority.”

The Woodland Trust has called on Natural England to update a vital registry of trees, currently looked after by only one staff member. The registry helps campaigners to protect woodland resources that may be threatened by development and can help save money for developers at the planning stages. Updating it would cost about £1.5m over five years.

Abi Bunker, the trust’s director of conservation, said: “We recognise the pressures Natural England are under. It is frustrating when adequate progress cannot be made on updating the ancient woodland inventory, resulting in our rarest habitat being put at unnecessary risk.”

Tim Farron, the Liberal Democrats’ environment spokesman, said: “Farmers need certainty, the environment needs protection and Natural England needs a proper budget to do it. Instead Defra is failing in its duties.”

Defra’s budget has been one of those worst hit by austerity cuts. There has been a recent increase in staff and budgets but only to deal with the expected impact of Brexit on farmers and food supplies so those extra resources are unlikely to have a positive impact on Natural England’s work.

Marian Spain, the interim chief executive of Natural England, said: “Inevitably, cuts of almost 50% to the Natural England budget over the last five years have meant changes to the way we do things. Since taking on my role in December, meeting staff and hearing about the pressures they face has been one of my top priorities.”

A Defra spokesperson said: “The work of Natural England and its staff to protect our invaluable natural spaces, wildlife and environment is vital and its independence as an adviser is essential to this. As set out in the 25-year environment plan, Natural England will continue to have a central role in protecting and enhancing our environment for future generations.”

Tuesday, 5 February 2019

Tuesday February 5th 2019


Behold, a scarf. Not just any scarf, but Julie's first ever scarf. As a friend of mine commented on Facebook tonight, "the winter nights must just zip by with this excitement".  Anyway I'm keen on this image as it is one which reveals in all it's forms, the hibernating winter evening performances at chez Azalea. The routine follows something like this. 

1900hrs I arrive home. 19.02-19.15 listen to the Archers on Radio 4. Sometimes with a fish based supper, sometimes not. Either way a fish based supper appears most evenings, unless that is I perfome one of my legendary strops and have a pizza and chips. That said, last nights fish based supper was grilled sea bass, new potatoes, green lentils and mixed beans. Delicious yes, filling not so yes, resulting in toast and honey for supper + 1hr. 

2000 to 2200 - either watch Midsummer Murders or Endeavour repeats on Freeview. Or squabble over what to watch like petulant 10 year old who have consumed too many E numbers in their sweets. Or as in the above photograph, listening to Bach Mass in B on Radio 3 with an improving text about Shakespeare - he'll go far I think as a writer. while stage right the rhythmic clickety clack of the instruments of knitting. And a few words of Anglo Saxon when a stitch is dropped. 

2200-2230 Lord and Lady D retire to their respective boudoirs, unless that is there is a blokes film on, in which case Lady D will disappear gracefully in her house socks, and I will settle down with a chip butty and beer to watch the film in question, Monday was Jason Bourne. Around 2300 I often receive texts, "that music is loud", "can you bring orange juice up when you come up" Have you switched the WiFi off"

......and so to bed at 2330-2359 hrs. Domestic bliss.. 

Monday, 4 February 2019

Monday February 4th 2019


The absurdity of life sometimes enthralls me so much, my day is complete by a single deed or action. I stood in a queue waiting for a cup of tea when this gem caught my eye. Firstly, who is David? Is he a random David just passing by?  Thus the note is intriguing - do they want just any old person called David to take away the trays. Note all, not some. Or is it Mr A David..... Ambitious David perhaps? A man destined to fill his bedroom with trays. Which asks the question, why? To take on Legoland as the provider of bespoke plastic shapes in a rural environment. Or maybe David is actually a woman. Alison David, a lady wracked with self doubt (and loathing for notes left on rubbish) since schooldays when the school register had her down as David, A and the naughty boys at the back were sniggering like piglets at a ladyboy register.  Whoever that was meant for, a few hour later all the trays had gone. It worked then!

Sunday, 3 February 2019

Sunday February 3rd 2019


Tyntesfield, the National Trust property I volunteer at had been closed on both Friday and Saturday because of the snow, or more specifically sheet ice, makes for a heart stopping experience motoring down the steep driveway if icy. Today however the estate was was open, despite their being quite a bit of snow across the area still.  I had a meeting at 2pm (or as I vaguely remembered in the afternoon) so before then Julie and I popped into the Cow Barn restaurant for a delicious cheese scone and soup. Made all the more delicious being 20% off as I can through magical processes obtain that discount now I'm a fully fledged volunteer. Soup quaffed, meeting chatted, we ventured deep into the Shire, which was lovely, such a lovely atmosphere. Two days couped up and the fair populace of Bristol were out to get some air.As did we, and a sneaky hot chocolate too afterwards. Splendid.

Saturday, 2 February 2019

Saturday February 2nd 2019


Well at home this morning the snow had all but gone. It was as if nothing had fallen just 24 hours before. But desperate for a bit of Alpine scenery we headed onto the sloped of the Mendip Hills. Less than 8 miles as the crow flies but a completely different world.  The snow was melting in the warm sun, but it had come down in such a dollop, it was still very much in evidence. Not too much to say about snow, but a couple of images to remind me of the day Somerset came to a stanstill. 


Friday, 1 February 2019

Friday February 1st 2019


February already. And the first real snows of the winter have arrived. February is our coldest month, thankfully also our shortest. 28 days to March and the arrival of spring. Often however snow in February comes hard against a mild winter. Within the pages of the Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady by Edith Holden, in 1906 she wrote...

" February 9th. - Snow-storm in the night, this morning we looked out on a white landscape, this is the first deep snow we have had this winter...."

And so it was this morning as I woke. From it's humble beginnings, the snow storm of January 31st had deposited a fair old dusting along the Somerset coast. Usually at this point I'd take the train as mentioned last night. But with network wide cancellations across the network, I decided to come into work by car. And a pleasant, if blustery drive it was too.  Nearer Bristol the snow thickened, not only on the ground but enveloping every branch of every tree, as if a giant had sifted powdery ice crystals over the entire scene. It was breathtaking. Bristol itself was eerily quiet and the normally packed multi-story car park was nearly empty at 9.30. Everyone is on a snow-day I think!

Not me, I'm a martyr to paid servitude.