Author Ronnie Reed
Pause, stand still, hold your breath and listen. There is something very special about a wood as dusk falls and the night creatures stir. The clamour of the day is over; the noisy rooks nesting along the edge of the forest are still. Only a blackbird silhouetted against the darkening sky on the top branch of a blackthorn bush still sings to the evening air. In the distance across a field a pheasant calls, one long harsh cry held for a second on the breeze.
The wood is settling down for the night, letting out its breath as the shadows shift and the light dies beneath the canopy of pale green beech leaves. A faint chill rises from the fresh earth beneath the trees. Faint rustling in the undergrowth betrays small creatures as they come out to feed, themselves food for owls.
And suddenly, skimming through the branches, a dark shape turns and wheels; the first bat of the evening; a pipistrelle. Weighing at five grams (less than a pound coin), this tiny mammal weaves effortlessly in and out of the trees, using its own high frequency sonar or echolocation to navigate its way around the wood. They call as they fly and listen to the returning echoes to build up a sonic map of the area.
As the bats hunt insects, a dark shadow drifts across the tops of the trees, turns, cries harshly and with huge pterodactyl wings flapping furiously, lands on its untidy nest high in a pine tree in the middle of the woods. The heron has return for the night to its young.
It is time to settle down as well, to light a camp fire and to cook some food, to become part of a tradition, a ritual that goes back through time to a distant past when this was how we lived.
Time to sit facing the glowing embers, shoulders turned to the darkness which has gathered all around. Time to talk, to share a joke, to sit and contemplate, to let the day tension go, to enjoy being at one with the wood and the darkness.
A nice idea? Why not join us in Friston Forest; watch evening fall, listen to the bats, eat food cooked on an open fire and become part of the wood. Bats and Bangers; Friday, 25th May. click for details






















