On the ninth day

We can’t find nine ladies dancing. Come spring, we will have daffodils fluttering and dancing in the breeze, as per Wordsworth, but feel that the link is tenuous. We will also have ladies’ smocks flowering in the meadows but we used them up yesterday by calling them eight milkmaids.

So perhaps we can use the ninth day of Christmas to remind you that the reserve is run by volunteers and that we are always looking for extra pairs of hands. We meet at 9.30am in the main carpark on pretty much any Wednesday.

You won’t need anything more than sturdy footwear and a flask of your favourite mid-morning tipple; come and join us.

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