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Swimming with drowned sheep.  A Cumbrian Tale.

14/1/2016

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PictureCotton grass overhanging a pool in blanket bog habitat
Have you tried swimming in peat bog?  That’s the strategy if you’re unlucky enough to fall in, so my friend Barbara tells me.  I’ve walked with her long enough to know she and peat bog are intimately acquainted, in a botanical sense.  As I am.  Most fell walkers will have been in over the ankles.  But I’ve been further. I’ve been in deep .   Discover what it feels like In my forthcoming book Cumbrian Contrasts.  No need to risk drowning,  let me do it for you.  I could show you the photographs  Barbara and her husband Austin took once they'd hauled me out,  but I prefer to show you the bog I fell in. 

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There's no clear and firm edge to a pool in blanket bog. A fringe of sphagnum moss, then cotton grass and open water
​Cumbrian Contrasts is me as nature writer, a blog is something else. A nature writer’s blog is something else.  When my publisher tells you that the book is entertaining she doesn’t mean the kind of slap-stick comedy that emerges from toppling into a bog and sloshing about helplessly, on your back and being  hauled out by the rucksack straps digging into your shoulders. 
Here’s what happened.  We were walking together when I saw bog bean en masse.  I was eager to look for those green beans for which it is named, to take photographs. So I went for it, unthinking.  I  squelched  through sphagna which segued  into bog bean, lost my balance  in  a thick vegetable soup, and toppled in.   One of my walking poles snapped off and drowned irretrievably. I didn't realise until afterwards when I lay on the grass with half a pole in my hand. It happened so quickly the exact sequence  passed me by.  I’ve always wondered about the profile of a bog and where the silts on the bottom eventually meet rock.  You cannot feel the rock beneath, only thick, cloying ooze and soft silts of decomposed bogbean flower-stems and rhizomes,  sphagna and all the constituents of peat bog.  Like the drowned sheep Barbara and Austin  pointed out once they’d rescued me. Swimming with drowned sheep!  The surface of the water was spangled with tiny winged insects, ephemeral, but  more photogenic than a decomposing sheep.  We stopped for a drink at a rocky knoll and I poured water out of my walking boots, took off my socks and wrung them out.  By now, we rather wished Barbara had taken the immersion photographs but at the height of the drama it had seemed in poor taste to photograph a friend in difficulties.  I do have pictures of me retrieved from the bog, saturated and  with remnants clinging all about me. 
Sometimes  I go too far in pursuit of a photograph. I should have known better.  You can see bog coming, you can recognise it by a colour change, by vegetation changes. Bright green spells danger.  I’ve known all this as long as I’ve known Barabara and Austin, I saw it.  I was careless and the lure of bogbean drew me on, simple as that.
I was lucky to be with friends, although when I walk alone I’m more careful because I’m aware of the danger.  What this photo-sequence shows is something of the ecology of blanket bog. 
This is the only time I’ve been in deep and helpless.  Without companions, I tell you this wouldn’t have been comedy.  
Cotton grass overhangs the sodden edge of the pool. Then comes a mass of bogbean, Menyanthes trifoliata, each leaf stem opens with three leaves.  The English name, bogbean, tells it grows in bogs and its lovely white flowers fade to give green seed-heads.  Here bogbean is growing through thick sphagnum moss, concealing the water below, so  I thought I was still on terra firma.  The surface of the pool was scattered with drowned insects. 
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Jill Clough
15/1/2016 12:44:48 pm

I'd have like photos of swimming in bog!

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