This year’s Autumn Fruits walk beats the weather – but Abigail and James steal the show

On 16 October I ran the fourth (I think) Autumn Fruits nature walk around and through Hillhouse Wood, near West Bergholt.  The fact that I am able to make this statement is a slight surprise, because the previous evening’s weather forecast had heavy rain bang on the time of the walk, and light rain for an hour either side.  On which basis I had anticipated being on my own.

Accordingly I was quite pleased to hear heavy rain falling when I woke up, suggesting that it was moving through earlier than forecast. And so, by around 9.45 the rain was becoming showery and the clouds were lightening.  But would everyone have been put off?

It turned that not everyone had been put off, and nine hardy souls turned up at the church.  Naturally, as this was the first year I forgot to bring any sweets, two of them were young children.  Sods Law rules OK.

This year, unlike 2015, I had had ample time to survey the route, and knew that there was plenty to see.  But, as a result, it is a relatively long walk (about two hours) and I wasn’t sure how long the youngsters’ interest would last.  As I’ve commented on before it has been a surprise to discover how the presence, location and abundance of plants varies from year to year.  So each year there are pleasant surprises and disappointments.

This year’s disappointments were an absence of Black nightshade, virtually no Dogwood berries or Sloes, a reduced variety of flowers, and the fact that the crop of our one Plum tree had already finished.  On the happier side of the coin this year we had another great display of wild hops, a relatively large number of Holly berries, good displays of both Black and White bryony (no relation) and a pretty flower that I’ve not previously seen – Creeping cinquefoil; a flower that is easy to mistake for a Buttercup.

And so to my two mini-walkers, Abigail and James.  It turned out that they each had a fairy – Abigail’s was called Rosehip and James’s was called Blueberry.  They were keen to see the real life berries that their fairies were named after.  We would see both, but my challenge was to maintain their interest at a high enough level to keep them in the group until we got there.  Luckily for me we came across Rosehips fairly quickly, which pleased Abigail and made James keen to find ‘his’ berry.  Even without the incentive of sweet rewards they were both happy to play the ‘is it a Hip or a Haw’ challenge.  This kept them going until I managed to find some Sloes – as close as you can get to a Blueberry in north east Essex.  In the end they got nearly half way round before James’s little legs reached their limit and their Mum took them home.  I thought they both did very well.

Chris Stephenson was kind enough to capture parts of the walk on camera, demonstrating as usual my flair for looking daft. Enjoy.


Blow me down. A leaf! And in a wood. Fancy.


Even more exciting – soil!


Who say’s old men can’t dance?


Jagger – eat your heart out.


“Just say ‘yes’, and perhaps the odd man will go away”


If you don’t like it, that’s where you can go.

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