The Wilden Marsh Blog


Following my recent ‘Kill They Oounts’ post, and in answer to questions regarding Ted’s fox catching prowess: Ted trapped foxes and many other animals, but I think he believed a live fox to be of greater value than a dead one. Ted made a living exploiting his countryside skills. However, to survive he found it necessary to seed and cultivate his local hunting grounds. Ted asked me to give him a hand… Read More

A recent Worcestershire Wildlife Trust tweet about the origin of the word ‘heunt’, an old Worcestershire name for mole, pronounced ‘oounts’ or ‘unts’ in Monmouthshire, triggered a memory from my distant past. Way back in the late 1960s, I sat enjoying a lunchtime pint of Watney’s Red Barrel in the Crown Inn bar with a new friend. The Crown Inn is nestled alongside the narrow and winding Old Hereford Road at Pantygelli,… Read More

I stared at the freshly dug badger sett for quite a while on Wednesday evening. There was something vaguely familiar about the way the soil was spread evenly around the large entrance, and the tunnel that seemed to spiral deep underground. The smoothness of the walls, against which the badger had wedged its back for support whilst digging, also tugged at my memory. I just couldn’t bring to mind why I should feel a connection… Read More