We carried on clearing brambles from the north bank and then the small meadow. The debrambling of previous years has helped, as there are far fewer large deep-rooted monsters than before, but we’ve still had plenty to do. I coppiced some Holm Oak, too.
We saw two or three of these Lunar Underwing moths (Omphaloscelis lunosa) among the grass. They eat grasses such as Yorkshire Fog and Annual Meadow-Grass.
Other insects seen included a few bumblebees and some moths scooting away in the strong wind, perhaps Silver Y.
There were only a few birds about; I saw some swallows, two stonechats, a crow, a jay, a gull, a chaffinch, and a finch-sized bird with a white rump flying into a tree, perhaps a bullfinch. Three mallard loitered on the Moat Pond.
A flash of yellow revealed some Gorse in bloom, alongside some fine purple Bell Heather.
The only fungus to be seen was a brown rollrim. A dead birch trunk was colourful with Common Orange Lichen.
One of the delights of walking in nature, or indeed in a botanic garden, is that you never know what surprises you may meet.
The Least Water-Lily, Nuphar pumila, is a rare plant. It’s even harder to find than it could be because it’s small, lives in remote Scottish lochs among other floating-leaved plants (generally way out across a swamp, so impossible to photograph decently), and most famously, because it hardly ever flowers.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. I learnt about this tantalising little plant while visiting Wakehurst Place, the beautiful country seat of Kew Gardens. That day, it was holding a celebration of its wonderful work conserving seeds of plants from around the world in its extraordinary seed bank, and the staff were all available, full of smiles and sunshine, to greet the public, show off their array of techniques and gadgetry, and to explain their work.
One of the stalls had a display about the Least Water-Lily. It was a small cousin of the Yellow Water-Lily, a common enough plant in quiet waters, but far rarer, known almost entirely from Scotland, barring a probable introduction into Shropshire.
Curious, I looked on the web to see where I might find it in Scotland, where I was about to travel. Lochan Ovie or Uvie was practically the first thing I found, and it was in walking distance of where I’d be staying. A visit, or rather a wild water-lily hunt, was in order.
The lochan was indeed wild, with a wide natural border of wet swampy grassland, and a floating zone with Broad-Leaved Pondweed, Potamogeton natans, and Water Horsetail, Equisetum fluviatile, as stated. White Water-Lilies were reasonably abundant.
But there was no sign of the elusive Least Water-Lily. There was an emergent plant with clusters of three leaves: but these were definitely leaves, not the green sepals of water-lily flowers: and certainly not the rounded, floating lily-pads of the Least Water-Lily.
Some pond-skaters scooted about on the inky-blue water. Some tiny sky-blue insects seemed impossibly to have Marangoni propulsion, motoring about with no sign of legs or wings in the surface film.
A huge boulder, whether from the crag across the road or left over from the Ice Age, was covered in magnificent lichens, one kind a grey-green crust with startling red apothecia.
But I still felt a little disappointed. As I was walking off, I found a Raven’s feather, a bit battered, but far too big to be a Crow’s. A Raven called cheerfully from far above, somewhere up on Creag Ddu.
