The little
rain that fell overnight might help to keep the vandals at bay from killing the
wildlife on our cliffs and commons again.
At this time of year, and every year before the end of March, it seems
as though its open season for anyone with a box of matches to set fire to the
dry grass and bracken, causing untold damage to the flora and fauna. Commons and cliffs should be alive with
invertebrates, but these annual fires have ensured that many of them are
impoverished. Some selective
burning is beneficial, especially when the gorse gets too leggy, but
uncontrolled fires burn deep into the ground, and make recovery very slow. The loss of biodiversity and carbon
cost is incalculable.
Large areas of
Wales are ablaze, with fire crews wrestling to keep fires under control. Forests are at risk, and each year
hundreds of hectares are lost to vandals; even lives are in danger when fires
invade urban areas. Our local
common and cliffs have escaped so far, but there are still two weeks remaining
before burning becomes illegal; I keep my fingers crossed, hope for rain, but
the forecast is for perfect fire-raising weather.
Powerless, I
retreat to the beach away from the plumes of smoke inland. A natural smoke-like flock of dunlins
tempers my anger, and a male wheatear, my first for the year, heralds hope for
the season of renewal ahead.
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