Blackbirds, thrushes, blue tits, coal tits, great tits, wrens, hedge sparrows, long tail tits, even a kingfisher.
All could be seen moving about the ivy and undergrowth that grew along the banks of the deep dyke between Seven Sisters and the archway in The Walks. Not any more!
Somebody decided ‘oh dear, it looks untidy, must sanitize it like the rest of The Walks’.
Now all that stuff that is so necessary for small creatures, flying and otherwise, is gone. Don’t they realise that, as beautiful as the beeches and chestnut trees are, small creatures need cover.
The ivy is – sorry, was – a store cupboard. Spiders, insects, nesting sites and, in the autumn, being a late flower it is a late food bonanza for bees and many other insects.
Not any more, in The Walks, at least.
I have stopped hundreds of times to admire that area in the 10 years of living here.
I asked a gent of my age, who also frequents the area, what he thought and he summed it up in one word, heartbreaking.
Windsor Park, Lynn