The ruins of Whalley Abbey stand on the northern bank of the Calder in Lancashire’s Ribble valley and were once the second-richest in the county.
Author Archives: Northwest nature and history
Lurking in the Canal; Perch, the Highly Adaptable Piscine Predator
The European perch, Perca fluviatilis, is a highly adaptable predatory freshwater fish native to the British isles. It is found in a wide variety of habitats from ponds and lakes to brooks and rivers but has found a particularly thriving niche in our man-made canals.
Happy New Year!
Here’s wishing you all a Happy and Prosperous 2026! From Alex and Louise Burton-Hargreaves in Lancashire Louise & Alex Burton-Hargreaves (Dec 2025)
Forest City: a Critical Dissection of Proposals and Suggestions of Viable Alternatives
Forest City 1 is a recently proposed city development planned for agricultural land on the Cambridgeshire-Suffolk border. A private initiative its purported aims are to address the housing crisis in the UK and stimulate economic growth.
Here I dissect these proposals, uncover the flaws within them that may cause irreparable harm to our environment and society, and suggest some viable alternatives and solutions.
Common Ivy
Common ivy, scientifically known as Hedera helix, is an evergreen climbing plant native to, and ubiquitous throughout the British Isles, excepting the far north and a few spots like the Isle of Man.
Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas to all my subscribers and visitors, I’m just having a break from writing until after Christmas, (mainly because I’ve got so much still left to do!) So I’d like wish you all peace and goodwill and I leave you with this joyful and thoughtful poem by the Lancastrian poet Edwin Waugh; Christmas MorningContinue reading “Merry Christmas!”
The Lord of Misrule and his Merry band of Mummers
“Here we stand before your door, As we stood the year before; Give us whiskey, give us gin, Open the door and let us in.”
Gallinago the Bog Drummer
If you’ve ever stood in the reeds of Chat Moss, the wet sheep-pastures of the Ribble estuary, the peat-bogs of Bowland or the rushy fields around Martin Mere on a still April evening, you might have heard a weird, somewhat spooky, sound that you couldn’t quite put your finger on; a bleating, almost goat-like humming that seemed to come from the sky itself, and you may have wondered what made it.