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A Good Thing

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on January 28, 2018 by cliffdean

Friday: the East Guldeford loop with Slow But Sure: down the Rother to the rivermouth, across to Camber and the Wainway Wall, back through Moneypenny. In the bright sunshine, a Mistle Thrush is singing in the tall trees by the fishing boats.

Since I was last here, something amazing has happened. For years, the banks of the river have been piled with rubbish, appalling amounts of plastic which shamed a picture-postcard town which prides itself as a prime regional tourist destination. (In fact, a blind eye is turned to litter in other parts of Tinseltown, especially the Cattle Market car park. On return from Cuba a couple of years ago I found it shockingly filthy compared with Havana.) Well, I hadn’t done anything about it either – such a mass of junk could not easily be cleared. (Wrong.) I’ve been searching through my photos for a “before” image for comparison but failed to find one. turning a blind shutter too.

Sometime around Christmas a lady came into the RHNR information centre to report how saddened she’d been by the squalor of the riverside upstream of Rye, asking if the reserve could do anything. I explained that the reserve has its hands full clearing the beach but suggested some potentially helpful contacts. I later discussed the problem with Andy Dinsdale, who organises Beach Cleans in other parts of Rye Bay (see Rye Bay Beachcombing Facebook page).

And that was it, till suddenly I see that the owners of Rye’s Mermaid Street Cafe had just got in touch with their friends and organised work parties, contacted Rother DC to cart away the spoil. In just two sessions of this brilliant Citizen Action they made an incredible difference.

Photos thanks to Rye Bay Beachcombing on Facebook

Since the refuse had accumulated over decades, it seems reasonable to hope that after this mass clearance little effort will be required to maintain a clean riverbank.

Thanks to Tim Waters for making Rye Harbour look like Mariupol

Following this metaphorical ray of sunshine, a thick mist drifted in. Apart from the usual Redshanks and a lolling Common Seal, wildlife sightings were restricted.

Once we got out to the Wainway Wall, we found a herd of 115 Mute Swans – about a quarter of the Romney Marsh winter population, accompanied by an Egyptian Goose, and lurking in the reeds round Moneypenny Pit, a long white neck ended in the long yellow bill of a Great Egret, now a regular bird in many of our wetlands.


An Unanticipated Insight Into The History Of Wheelbarrows

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on September 11, 2017 by cliffdean

During a walk from Rye through East Guldeford to Camber & back up the Rother some vexing questions were tackled thanks to the Wonders of the Internet.

The first concerned the tools available to those who constructed the huge mediaeval sea defences such as the Wainway Wall. While I’d go for (wooden) shovels loading pack-horses, another view was that wheelbarrows would also have been used. I contested this since I had some dim & distant recollection that these essential items, rather than having been created by God as a helpful afterthought sometime late on the Sixth Day, had not been introduced since the thirteenth century.

A few minutes’ squinting at my phone, without glasses and in bright sunlight, revealed that, though I was not wrong, the story is a long one, meriting an extensive entry on Wikipedia. The first records come from China in the second century CE. These generally had a centrally-mounted wheel and could carry large loads of drawn by an animal & steered from behind by the carter. Some even had sails to assist them.

“…during the Red Eyebrows Rebellion (c. 20 CE) against Xin dynasty‘s Wang Mang (45 BCE–23 CE), the official Zhao Xi saved his wife from danger by disguising himself and pushing her along in his lu che barrow, past a group of brigand rebels who questioned him, and allowed him to pass after he convinced them that his wife was terribly ill”

Some evidence exists that they were used in Ancient Rome:

“The 4th century Historia Augusta reports emperor Elagabalus to have used a wheelbarrow (Latin: pabillus from pabo, one-wheeled vehicle]) to transport women in his frivolous games at court.”

Their role in transporting women is clearly a chapter still to be written.

The wheelbarrow did not appear in Europe however until the late 12th/early 13th centuries, and these models had the familiar front-mounted wheel. There is no account of the wheelbarrow’s whereabouts during the intervening centuries.

While there seems to be no Wheelbarrow Museum, there is one for Lawnmowers, from which you can purchase a Wheelbarrow Mug. And while you’re waiting for that to arrive, you can watch many videos of Extreme Wheelbarrowing and Wheelbarrow Tricks on Youtube.

Well, that was enough excitement to keep us going till we arrived in the land of Evolving Bungalows they call Camber.

Here, collapsing wrecks, vacant lots and humble 60s style structures, erected at a time when Camber was on the edge of the known world therefore exempt from architectural values, are being designerised into cool new seaside hideaways.

Which led us across the road, up the back of the dunes (where Elms predominate, I noticed for the first time) and across Rye Golf Course where we naturally fell to speculating on the exact location of the Camber Sands Station on the old tramway route. While the Camber Golf Links Station remains in good condition, with rails too, the terminus seems to have vanished entirely.

Martin King has sought out some old maps and a  Google Earth image showing the station’s original site.

Last thing: 4 Common Seals hauled up on the side of the Rother just past the industrial zone.


Hill of Prumes

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on June 28, 2017 by cliffdean

Looks boring, doesn’t it? Nobody goes there. In other words the quintessential venue for an RXbirdwalk. Broomhill; where’s the hill, where’s the broom? Though the latter might once have grown here, a hill is hard to imagine let alone a bustling fishing port – which it was until 1287. According to Judith Glover’s “Sussex Place Names” the earliest version of the name, dating from the late 12th century, is Prumhelle, from Prume-hyll “Plum-tree Hill” – but using an unusual dialect word rather than the South Saxon plume. That’s got that cleared up, but still no sign of a hill, let alone plum trees.

I guess the hill could have been a tall shingle bank, since truncated by the 1287 storm among others. On the soil map below you can see the settlement’s position on a spur to the south of the great (yellow) sweep of the Wainway. The remaining farm buildings and an abandoned cottage are perched on the pink band of shingle to the right.

The plan for this RXbirdwalk was to see breeding Yellow Wagtails, restricted in Sussex to this eastern extremity. Though weather mid-week suggested we’d run the risk of heat-stroke the morning itself dawned gloomy and windy, though the rain held off till midday. I usually have a look at the beach to add a few gulls & waders to the list but on this occasion all birds had been cleared out by massed kite-surfers thrashing through the grey summer waves.

This & other bird photos by Peter Matthews

There were indeed loads of  Yellow Wagtails and loads of Reed Buntings too, though the former favoured wheat and the latter oilseed rape. Last year the YWs were in the same location among beans, leading me to mistakenly assume that the crop was the significant factor whereas I now suspect it’s something to do with the soil since nearly all wagtails were situated between the former seawalls (now ploughed out) in the soil map below. As much as I love this map’s pretty colours and historic boundaries I can’t claim to understand much about the soil, I’m sorry to say.

These RSPB articles on their Breeding Ecology and Advice to Farmers are informative

While we were differentiating males, females and juveniles, a strikingly different male popped up then vanished again. It had a blue head – like the continental subspecies but of a pale blue-grey hue and with a white supercilium, suggesting the hybrid “Channel Wagtail” but I just didn’t get a good enough view.

There were plenty of other birds around, including Skylarks, Linnets & a pair of Corn Buntings as well as big crowds of House Sparrows & Starlings commuting between the interwar bungalows of Jury’s Gap and the fragrant sewage works. In the background, a pair of Marsh Harriers were quartering the fields. There were, of course, no other people around apart from two horse-riders and a distant dog-walker.

Just to the east of this chainlink fence, below the crops, below the soil, lie the remains of Broomhill’s church whose skeleton still stood into the early 16th century though flooded centuries before.

Beside Jury’s Gut loafed a few moulting Mallards in company with a small, dark duck with a clearly yellow bill. In size, shape and flight appearance it resembled a teal of some sort and upon reference to some more expert observers turned out to be – wait for it – a Yellow-billed Teal which now seems to be regarded as a geographical race of Speckled Teal, a South American species escaped from a collection.

As we approached the Kent Pen Wall, a Cuckoo flew over us then while we had a look along the sheltered and scrubby north side of the bank for Whitethroats & Linnets I took notice of the tree species for the first time. Beside two species of Willow, a hunched Oak and a fluttering White Poplar I was surprised to see a fruit tree – bearing, in fact, unripe…plums! Hardly possible it could remain from Prume hyll days, perhaps planted as an historical reference or jettisoned from a picnic. Strange coincidence though. Further along was a flowering Privet.

A further revelation came as we continued westward into the wind and towards Corn Bunting song. An isolated pond fits neatly, on the map,  into the vanished repair loop on a lost seawall; an ancient scour pool now tranquil enough but a relic of drama, danger and fortitude from the past.

The path less travelled by

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on June 4, 2017 by cliffdean

Following our success last week in finding lots of the supposedly-vanished Yellow Wagtails in the extreme east of the county, I returned to check the adjacent tetrad behind the pleasure-domes of  Xamber. It was warm and humid as I left the seawall along a supposed bridleway with a wagtail-free pea-field on one side and sunny spots of greenery lining the caravan site on the other.

At a certain point my way was blocked by the broad and still waters of Broomhill Creek. My map showed that I had passed unknowingly a crossing place, having fallen victim once more to the Tall Summer Vegetation Menace which completely concealed not only the bridge but also, it seemed, any path on its far side.

There was little alternative but to meander with a mazy motion, following the creek back round towards Broomhill Farm. There was just one Yellow Wagtail out among the peas, quite a few Skylarks & Reed Buntings, a distant Marsh Harrier and the same Barn Owl we’d noticed the previous week. Plus various greenery-birds, including Lesser Whitethroat, along by the caravans. And, for much of the time, the calls of Sandwich Terns & Med Gulls coming from beyond the seawall. I wasn’t very happy though.

As I passed the cottages, the fungicide-spraying gentleman we’d chatted to the previous week came out to ask how I’d got on. He insisted that there really was a crossing place over there – lots of people used it – and a clear mown track the other side too. So it looked as if I’d have to blame my own oversight rather than ESCC RoW…but opted to blame the tall reeds instead.

So I shifted my sphere of operations westward to Pound Lane, where I was grateful for a bit of cloud cover until it got a bit cold. Once you’ve got past the retirement bungalows re-purposed as grey-painted designer hideaways you emerge into open sheep-grazing, unsuitable for Yellow Wagtails, There were, however, a couple of singing Corn Buntings on fence posts in pasture picked over by massed Jackdaws, Rooks and noisy young Starlings. To the north of the Wainway Wall, whose curving course follows the early mediaeval  Rother, a few shrill Yellow Wagtail calls came from vast arable fields. In spite of red dots on the OS map and even ESCC waymarkers there was not the slightest gap in the tall crops. Access would be a battle for anything less than an expedition armed with jungle knives and so I mapped the birds as well as I could.

On the way back, I called in on a derelict in which, a few years back, we’d found a Tree Sparrows’ nest stuffed between flimsy layers of wall. No sign of them now though, and I left with legs tingling from nettle stings.

Railway relics alongside the Rother

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on January 16, 2017 by cliffdean

In previous posts about the North Point/ Camber/E Guldeford area I have included images of the railway which once ran there. I have just come across this 2016 video on Youtube which gives more details:


Not A Bird Race

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on January 7, 2017 by cliffdean


The Slow But Sure team has by now done the tried’n’tested Coastal Walk so many times now that they are sick of it. A new itinerary offered fresh thrills until it was noticed that more than half lay in the wrong county; a truncated version was geographically correct but lacked any woodland…but what the hell. East of the Rother it had to be, notwithstanding an absence of Nuthatches. Treecreepers. Marsh Tits. Never mind.

Setting off from the urban birdscape of Rye, we quickly found a Grey Wagtail on mud by the fishing boats and soon after that some Corn Buntings flew off the saltings – tantalising since the no longer frequent former habitats west of the river. Rock Pipits, Redshanks, Shelducks…I’m not going to list every species – far too boring apart from a pair of Egyptian Geese flying across – harsh calls like a reversing tone.

Northpoint Pit though, is very poor these days. Once upon a time it had a range of diving ducks, grebes, even Smew but now not even Coot. In winter, it’s not that disturbed either. There were at least a couple of Kingfishers.

The golden light of the photo above quite quickly gave way to the gloom and cold onshore breeze of subsequent ones. Quite a few extra birds were pilfered from the reserve across the river, including Brent Geese, Bar-tailed Godwit, Little Egret & Pintail.


Cracking shot by Tim Waters

The cold open beach turned up one Sanderling so confiding it was almost trampled by one “team” member. Apart from that…an unwelcome reminder that those of us who thought they knew the names of all the seashells had forgotten most of them. We could of took the path behind the Sea Buckthorn & kept out of the miserable wind.


Cracking shot by James Tomlinson


Arriving at Camber (Great Tit!  Greenfinch! Chaffinch!) with more than an hour to go before “lunch”, and feeling that Scotney might be A Pit Too Far, we cut back across to the road where we admired a dramatic example of Holiday Bollard Carnage (photos would be too shocking) then crossed for a Via Dolorosa tick in the form of the celebrated Red-necked Grebe. This is now a very infrequent bird for this area, and one meriting re-acquaintance to avoid embarrassing misidentifications of Great Crested.

The last I had seen were fabulous breeding pairs on a very hot Corpus Christi at Bialystok fish-ponds, among Poles in summer wear, songs of Great Reed Warbler, Little Crake & Common Rosefinch and the choir in the church across the road.


Cracking Shot by Dave Rowlands

On the sandy meadows: Song & Mistle Thrushes; from the last willow, a Green Woodpecker. Out across the arable land were hundreds of wailing Lapwings & Golden Plovers. Reed Buntings erupted from the ditches and Skylarks from one rough field on the way to the Little Bustard Shrine. Distant Buzzard & Great White Egret, very fleeting Merlin and finally, as drizzle set in, a Peregrine. No Tree Sparrows.

So it wasn’t a race, just another walk. But for 8 miles. 70 species were not bad, especially without woodland. Though if you correct this total by factoring in Walking Righteousness, it comes out at 100+. But it wasn’t a Bird Race.


E Guldeford & beyond

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on February 16, 2016 by cliffdean

20160216_090304_001The north side of Rye was full of birds – the wrong sort as far as bird-watchers are concerned, since no group of tripod-bearers was gathered on the pavement to admire the many noisy House Sparrows, Starlings, Jackdaws, Collared Doves, Woodpigeons & Chaffinches like there was at Pett Pools for a single ibis.

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Most pictures by Tim Waters

And when fog drifted in, though the houses behind us were half-lost, their chattering, whistling, cooing bird chorus extended out across the serpentine ghost-creeks of long-lost Appledore Water.

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For a while only the tops of the turbine blades could be seen swishing above the fog-bank.

For a while, only Skylarks & distant traffic, until we doubled back to the Moneypenny willows where once more there was a tangle of birdsong: Robin, Great Tit, Dunnock, Song Thrush & House Sparrow.


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Tucked away in the pits were Coot, Moorhen, Gadwall, Shoveler, Teal, Heron & a reticent Chiffchaff, against the backing drone of a grain drier. (And while on the subject of Clapped-out Vehicles, here’s a beautiful one stumbled across by Mike M in France:)



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Further out onto the marsh along the Wainway Wall, a breeze had cleared fog then dropped away completely. The turbines stood unproductive, the sounds in the stillness were of Skylarks, Meadow Pipits, Lapwings. Golden Plovers and heavy machine guns.

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This photo is reduced too much to see, but the pasture past the sheep is full of Lapwings, Starlings & Golden Plovers – all in thousands but the plovers maybe 3000. Who knows – maybe more? When confronted with clouds of birds, I give in. The 62 Mute Swans were more my skill-level.

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A Buzzard hunched on a power lines, a Merlin pounced on some unfortunate victim and a Kingfisher dashed past us.

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We walked/hobbled/limped eight miles & saw/heard / smelt/ intuited 58 species.

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