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ENVIRONMENTAL CONCERNS

Recently a London-based company (in collaboration with Dundonnell Estate) applied to build a hydro-electric scheme on Ardessie Burn, which flows from An Teallach into Little Loch Broom. The application was refused by Highland Council after objections were made by environmental and other organisations and by individuals. The objections and the refusal were based mostly on the protection which the burn already had: it was in a Site of Special Scientific Interest, a Wild Land Area and a National Scenic Area. But what really drove most of the objectors to protest was the simple fact that Ardessie Burn is wonderful, one of the very best hill burns and waterfall collections in Scotland. The developers, who had done a huge amount of preparatory work, made a bad mistake in choosing this particular burn. We need sustainable energy sources, but not at any cost. It makes no sense to sacrifice the very best of the wild nature which such “environmentally friendly” schemes are aiming to protect.

Wester Ross majors on wild nature, and we need to keep aware of the threats to this. To put it simply, we need to love the land, every bit of it (rock, soil, plant, animal, burn, everything natural), and to think very hard before doing anything which may damage it and the beauty of it. Of course human activities must be allowed; for example, some hydro schemes on lesser burns are a necessary sacrifice (especially since we are privileged not to have wind farms here), road improvements are important, new housing is needed. But some bad mistakes are being made.

Most striking is the rash of tree-planting schemes which have appeared over the last ten years. These may be due more to the availability of grants than to a genuine wish to restore trees to an impoverished landscape; and the latter idea is anyway based on a serious misunderstanding. Trees are being planted in places which have not seen trees for about 5,000 years; they died out then for climatic reasons, not simply through human activity (except in some areas around the coast and in the glens where humans lived). On the high ground above Achtercairn, much of the biggest native tree-planting scheme in Scotland has resulted in scattered patches of dead or stunted trees in a totally unsuitable landscape. And still the schemes proliferate, along with their boundary fences.

Fences are another curse which has descended on the area, largely built to exclude red deer but also effectively excluding humans, and ugly; most are intended to be removed in due course, but as that costs money it is more usual that they are simply left to rot. Sadly one offender has been the National Trust for Scotland, who have put up fences on Beinn Alligin and Liathach, and in Coire Dubh (between Liathach and Beinn Eighe); and they are even talking of a hydro scheme in Coire Dubh… If this is applied for, let us hope that it goes the same way as Ardessie.

LOVE THE LAND!

Birch Woodland

Sea coast

Sphagnum Moss & Hard Fern

June bluebells

Various mosses

Hill slope pines and heather

Should there be trees here? This tree may be 5000 years old. Later peat growth due largely to climate change means that trees died out and no longer belong here.

Patterned bog

Bogs are Beautiful!

Moorland is Magic!

Knock and Lochan


A useless patch of land, they say.

Build a windfarm, dam a stream, plant a forest.

Let it justify itself.  The land replies:

I am what I am. I do not do grandeur.


My mountains are not epic peaks, but haiku hills,

ice-written on the earth with ancient art:

little ridges, rock-encrusted, ripe for exploration,

whole ranges to tackle in an afternoon.


My forests are not tree cities, but rustic villages,

built small for beetles and bugs and gossamer spiders:

jungles of heather and woolly willow, where a man

can stride across the tree tops in seven-league boots.


My waters are not great symphonic lakes, but chamber pieces,

composed of liquid freshness, note-perfect:

secret lily-speckled lochans, pools rush-fringed,

peat-brown epitomes of highland wilderness.


My moors are not horizon-stretching canvases, but miniatures,

water-colour painted on a ground of golden grass:

wind-waving cotton, a splash of sphagnum, asphodel candles

to light a land where small is beautiful.


Master-classes all for all with eyes to look,

as useless as a poem or a painting or a book.

Small Wonder


Steering my two tons down Glen Torridon

I had to stop. The road was blocked

by a mouse.


Even by mouse standards he was small,

a youngster, but unafraid though faced

by a monster.


He looked up, considered, consented to amble

calmly to the roadside where he stopped

to smell the flowers.


Lessons from a mouse: size counts for nothing,

and there is always time to stop

and smell the flowers.

Stag

Rounding a casual rocky knoll on the way to -

stop! shock crackles, shatters the day-dream:

stag and man stand face to startled face,

a world-stopping lightning flash moment:

frozen we stare, startle melting to curiosity,

each reaching, searching, wondering, but

failing to penetrate the mystery of otherness.

One of us must go. With a flourish of antlers

I turn and run.

Encounters


As I lean down the path, gravity-defying

on the roar of the wind, the ground erupts

in a clattering adrenalin burst of wings,

and a shape sails, jet-propelled, over the horizon.


Day-dreaming along a track, miles from nowhere,

I wake to a splash, where no splash belongs,

and hurry to catch a wet black back slithering

into hiding beneath secretive banks.


High on an evening hill, as I watch the shadows

slowly swallowing detail from the land,

a rock growls at me, unmelts into a shaggy form,

scuttles out of sight behind a crag.


Such is the sorrow of human isolation - shunned

by grouse, otter, goat, all our neighbour animals.

Not quite all: walking home I meet that

miraculously tiny machine of vengeance, the midge.

“Knock (Gaelic cnoc) and Lochan” is a common type of landscape here: small hills and lochs. It is best seen in the area east of Gairloch (see Hills: Gairloch Hills).

More to come in 2016…?

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