7 Days Not Very Wild – Day 2 – 2 July 2015

7 Days not very Wild –

Trying to do something wild each day – but not easy when nature has been trashed
My idea is that sometimes even if we look for that great wild thing in nature, it can be hard to find because of all sorts of reasons mainly to do with humans destroying the world.

Having celebrated the nature we can find for 30 days, I wanted to highlight for 7 days the nature I couldn’t find, sort of as a warning that things aren’t just hunky-dory.

Day 2 – A graveyard free of any nature

On the way home from school, I stopped at Compton Martin Church to have a look at some wildlife. When I went into the graveyard, at first glance it looked lovely and well Kemp. Then I looked for some wildlife. I was really quite shocked at what I found.

Grave Yard, Compton Martin Church, Compton Martin, Bristol
Photograph taken by and copyright Young Birder Mya-Rose Craig

Grave Yard, Compton Martin Church, Compton Martin, Bristol
Photograph taken by and copyright Young Birder Mya-Rose Craig

Grave Yard, Compton Martin Church, Compton Martin, Bristol
Photograph taken by and copyright Young Birder Mya-Rose Craig

Grave Yard, Compton Martin Church, Compton Martin, Bristol
Photograph taken by and copyright Young Birder Mya-Rose Craig

The entire graveyard had been cut, trimmed and strimmed to within an inch of its life. Nowhere was spared except the roses around the entrance to the church.

Compton Martin Church, Compton Martin, Bristol
Photograph taken by and copyright Young Birder Mya-Rose Craig

I had expected the graveyard to look tidy in a place like Compton Martin, but not turned into a plastic-looking place, devoid of all life and wildlife. How could anything survive here?

Wasp in Grave Yard, Compton Martin Church, Compton Martin, Bristol
Photograph taken by and copyright Young Birder Mya-Rose Craig

The grass all over the graveyard had been cut VERY short. Not just around the newer stones but also around the ancient ones and in areas of just grass.

The box hedge along both sides of the path was cut to only a foot or two high and it was cut so short it did not give off any sign of life within it. Only a few strands of flowers had been spared. Beautiful and attractive to bees, it was a shame there weren’t any more.

Grave Yard, Compton Martin Church, Compton Martin, Bristol
Photograph taken by and copyright Young Birder Mya-Rose Craig

Grave Yard, Compton Martin Church, Compton Martin, Bristol
Photograph taken by and copyright Young Birder Mya-Rose Craig

Grave Yard, Compton Martin Church, Compton Martin, Bristol
Photograph taken by and copyright Young Birder Mya-Rose Craig

I feel like a graveyard should be tidy but that grass should be left a little longer in older parts of the graveyard and then left even longer where there are no gravestones. It should be a place of mourning combined with a place of tranquil beauty, that relatives can admire when they visit. Why can’t the graveyard have areas of longer grass with flowers sewn, a wildflower meadow? There was not a scrap of wildlife in this graveyard apart from a single wasp that I managed to find and the odd bird flying over.

I would say to those in my village who are responsible for the churchyard (Compton Martin PCC), can you think how you can try and make it fit the nature around it whilst being an appropriate place for mourning.

Wasp in Grave Yard, Compton Martin Church, Compton Martin, Bristol
Photograph taken by and copyright Young Birder Mya-Rose Craig

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