Spring’s awakening
With Easter just a couple of days away and the weather finally showing signs of improvement we decided to treat ourselves with a visit to a local nature reserve. To the uninitiated Straw’s Bridge Nature Reserve doesn’t sound very inviting: it was once home to coal mining and a sewage works, but in recent decades the local council has done a good job of restoring it as a wildlife habitat and local amenity. The locals call it Swan Lake, which gives a clue to just some of the treats we were anticipating. And we were not disappointed.

Swans, ducks and geese were much in evidence, all plainly gearing themselves up for the breeding season. And, much to our surprise, the sight of four fluffy ducklings suggested that one pair of mallards had got down to business some weeks earlier and now found their time consumed with parental duties.

Strolling around the lakes it soon became apparent that plenty of other people had the same idea as us, and were making the most of spring’s awakening. Dogs were out walking their owners, joggers worked up a sweat in painful pursuit of fitness, and cyclists hurtled along the paths, ringing their bells furiously at any pedestrian foolish enough to get in their way. We let them all get on with it, and did our best to enjoy the show Mother Nature was putting on for us.

We took particular pleasure in the flowers. The recent winter drained our world of colour, and we were pleased to see it bouncing back in the form of celandines and field maple. We even spotted a lone bluebell, a tantalising hint of the carpets of colour that will soon be clothing local woodlands.



But the most eye-catching blossom of all belonged to the blackthorn bushes. When the flowers have gone blackthorn is unremarkable, but for a few short weeks this shrub makes a startling impact in a landscape that is otherwise mostly quite ordinary. Straw’s Bridge has some fine blackthorn, and we were privileged to see it at its best. White may not be the most joyous of colours, but large splashes against an uninspiring backdrop definitely capture the attention.



Spring is the best time of the year to appreciate bulrushes, the time when the distinctive seed pods (resembling fat brown cigars!) split asunder to release their fluffy seeds. During our walk we were pleased to come across several beds of bulrushes where that process was underway, a sight that was all the more pleasing in the bright sunshine.


We were especially pleased to have a distant view of a heron striding purposefully in front of a towering bed of bulrushes, where it presumably hoped to track down a snack or two.

Meanwhile, a lone robin kept us under surveillance from a nearby bush …

… and waterfowl paddled effortlessly across the lakes:


We spent around two hours at Swan Lake that morning. We saw nothing spectacular, nothing unusual for this location at this time of year, but the experience was delightfully calming and uplifting. It was great to get away from the laptop for a while, to escape from the relentlessly bad news that overwhelms the airwaves these days, and instead to be out in Nature alongside the birds and the blossom and the bulrushes. Who doesn’t love spring’s awakening?

























































































