Jarn Field was a new site for us, situated beyond Jarn Mound and the sunken garden, with The Ridgeway running parallel to the far end. A good number of us met at the end of Jarn Way on this fine, sunny Saturday. We made our way to the field, where Rod d'Ayala met us. He explained the tasks, which were to clear a pile of woodchip into the ditch; to scythe some bramble; to cut back low, overhanging branches from the trees between the field and the road, and to uproot small oak saplings, which were popping up around the edges of the field. Collected material It is a popular dog walking area, and passers-by must have thought it odd when we told them what we were doing, as, these days, we are being told to plant trees absolutely everywhere. However, left to itself, the meadow would become oak scrub, then oak woodland. We set to work, Sally scything, several people raking and barrowing the woodchip into the ditch. Some of us tackled the overhanging branch...
