New Year, New Project in Dorset?

Of all the countries in England Dorset ranks as my absolute favourite. From childhood holidays in the 1970's, through to a solo discovery of both myself and the joys of west Dorset in my teens, to moving south with work in 1993 thus allowing day trips, to my annual visits to Eggardon Hill for over forty years, I have never tied of being in Hardy's Wessex. In fact I vividly recall the intense emotions brought to bare of reading Far From The Madding Crowd in a cottage at Toller Porcorum. On that hot summer's day I can photographically picture the eighteen year old me. I sat in an oversized chair for hour upon hour, feet resting on the sill of a huge sash window, its self fully open to the elemental zephyrs of hot heavy air, intense sunshine and stridulating insects. I read and read and read, lost in the time-shift of that rural story. Lifting my head for a moment the view of a stream by the garden bounded an undulating chalk landscape stretching into the distance. An awakening locked into my soul possessing emotions I had hitherto not experienced. I was in Dorset. I was being called home.

 It was an extraordinary emotional experience. But why? Why has Dorset crept into my very DNA? I can't say. Northumberland, County Durham, North Yorkshire or the Lake District should be a shoe-in for my primary county. I'm reading a book by Kathryn Aalto at the moment in which she references the golden age in childhood for discovery and its influential influence in later life as being aged four to 8. Those northern counties were a huge part of my early childhood. My first encounter with Dorset was in 1975, aged 11. I spent a lot of my own Golden Age in Essex too. I like Essex but it doesn't call me as Dorset does. Dorset it is then.

 All of this is somewhat of a long curtain-raiser to the germ of an idea I have been mulling over for a few months. I like a project to focus on and with this being New Years Day a new quest for my energies seems pertinent. This is not the unleashing of a New Year Resolution, those annual flim-flam's of good intentions have their place however most, if not all, wilt and die before the first aconites appear. No this is a grandly sounding project, the goal of which will be to visit every Dorset Wildlife Trust nature reserve in 2026, and write up those visits here on the blog.

 Having been a member of the Dorset Wildlife Trust (DWT) since Thomas Hardy was in articles, my knowledge of the fifty or so sites should have been exeptional. Yet as I began to mull this idea over in September I realised I knew virtually nothing other than at a few hotspot reserves.  All that is, I hope, about to change. Leafing through a recent DWT magazine I noted their reserves map languishing within. It was but that of a moment to cut the map out of the magazine, section Dorset into four zones (north, south, east and west) and paste it into my schedule book - formerly my sound recording schedule book, now repurposed).

 

 

I have also made a list of the reserves in these zones. All I need now are my boots, binoculars, a stour pair of shorts, a pen, flask of ginger beer, a round of ham sandwches, my car of course (public transport would be fun but looks tricky) and if the sun shines my hat or should the rain fall my brolly. Travel light, travel swift.

 

 

 And that is pretty much it. My plan, if there is one, is to not have a plan. Common sense would suggest visiting some reserves during their sweet spot of wildlife activity. Yet many DWT reserved seem to be year round exemplars. What I feel does give the project a light frisson of quest is to search for each keystone species be that animal, vegetable or mineral on my visit. I'll research these nearer my arrival. Clusters of reserves I shall attempt to visit in one go, some outliers however will be a special endeavour.

 

At approximately a nature reserve a week will this be feasible? I hope so. Having retired in 2025 time has opened up its stall and thrown me its slippers of availability. Watch this space, what larks, what adventures are in store.

 

Oh and Happy New Year.