... a bit harsh really, but that is what it feels like. A day out in the field thwarted by wind, headache and homosexuals.
Beddington Sewage Farm
I put in a three hour shift conducting my grandly advertised 'plant survey'. I've divided the farm up into unscientific chunks and am recording every species within 'said' chunk. OK, when I say every species I am bending the truth a little. I do the grasses when I'm in the mood, I'm not checking every one of the ubiquitos yellow-flowered Melilots down to species, and I am getting fed up with the yellow crucifers. The ground was dry, the vegetation looks like it has been through a hot summer and I started to get a headache. At the end of the year I should have a tidy list that will be available to the LNHS survey, BFBG members and anybody else who is interested.
Howell Hill, Ewell
A lovely little chalk grassland reserve, good for orchids, Knapweed Broomrape and several exotic cotoneasters and firethorns. Headache worsened, wind got up, enthusiasm waned.
I thought I'd search for Lesser Marshwort, a species that I've yet to see and has been reported from the stew ponds here. The site also has a reputation as a 'gay' pick up place. I could see a couple of chaps who were possibly trawling for pleasure when I arrived, but I scowled a bit as I wandered past, sure that a rucksack combined with my poor dress sense would suggest to them that I wasn't up for it. Wrong! I was followed into the bushes where my prone position trying to photograph some Marsh Speedwell had obviously registered on his 'Gaydar'. I beat a hasty retreat, quicker than Lionel Messi waltzing through a Mancunian defence and decided not to hang around any longer...