You may have seen our recent article in the magazine of the Small Woods Association (SWA) of which we have been members for a few years now. We put a copy on Facebook and Instagram, but here’s the story behind it.
The SWA are a lovely bunch of people, both staff and fellow members, who are really interested in making the most of the thousands of small patches of woodland scattered all over the country.
Last year, a bit frustrated that many of the events in other peoples woodlands were all so far away, we offered a day here at Nant y Bedd, with woodland stuff in the morning and the chance to enjoy the garden in the afternoon. They pretty well bit our hand off to accept, particularly after Russell from SWA came down to have a quick recce. He was so taken with what we are doing that he arranged what was probably better than usual publicity for our event.
We were really fortunate with the weather and a group of about a dozen woodland owners plus a couple from SWA had a cracking day exchanging ideas, catastrophes, and successes before tucking into their picnics. Sue gave them a garden tour in the afternoon which seemed to also go down very well.
SWA members cluster around Cedric
A couple of months later I opened an e-mail from the editor of the SWA magazine saying that the reports of our little patch that he’d had back from the SWA staff sounded perfect for an article. Never ones to turn down free publicity, we agreed before he could change his mind.
There wasn’t any urgency as the article was due in the Spring 2018 edition so “sometime in January” would be fine. Dangerous words ‘no urgency’ particularly with Christmas in the way. Sue was pencilled in to write it, as she has the “management plan” in her head {one day I’ll get to know what’s in it}, but come the New Year and still no obvious progress from the distaff side, I sat down one snowy afternoon and rattled off the required 1300-1400 words – actually in my enthusiasm it came in at 1643 (and that’s not 17 minutes to 5pm!). However it was liked by Derek the Editor – and not cut – so pictures were now required.
Choosing a good selection took a while and they were sent off to the Art Director (aka the Editor’s wife in the next room!). Four were chosen, although only three made it in – more on this later. We sat back and awaited the proof.
If you were beginning to think that the title of this blog was a bit odd, now you’ll see why. The proof landed in the in-box on a snowy March morning and immediately I noticed something wrong. I’d changed identity. The sub-heading called me Neal! Without bothering to read the rest, I immediately pinged a reply, to which I got back an e-mail addressed to “dear George” signed “Winston”.
Ah,here was a kindred spirit – someone who doesn’t take life too seriously! This simple e-mail started a raft of correspondence during which we each tried to outdo the other – Vladimir, Boris, Alphonse, Pascal, Chang, Ludwig, Sebastian and Christiano all made an appearance along with others.
Anyway here’s the finished article.
…and the picture that got away?
I can see it!
Apparently the front cover picture of the previous issue set off a lot of “elf and Safety correspondence due to the position of the lady’s legs – she was properly attired whilst using a chain saw to fell a small tree! So as not to get the safety brigade up in arms again it was decided to pull my chipper photo – which was both very safe (everything turned off) and rather humorous. C’est la vie!
A big thanks to all at SWA, particularly Arbuthnot – or should that be Derek!
onions
, most of which is now either casked up as cider
or in the freezer as pure apple juice.
