CHRIS BAINES MAKING NATURE WORK FOR PEOPLE
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MAKING NATURE WORK FOR PEOPLE CHRIS BAINES It is almost forty years since I was last in Woodbridge and, as I entered the fourth hour of my drive across from Wolverhampton, I remembered why. It is a hell of a long way from there to here, but it has also been a long way from there to here in terms of the way things have changed. In the early 1970s I was commissioned by the district council, as a young wide-eyed landscape architect, to design the Melton Picnic Site (Fig. 1). As I looked at it I thought ‘this ought to be more than a picnic site, it is right by the tidal estuary, a great place for environmental education, it would be a great place for a broad array of recreation and it would certainly be a great place to involve people in the process of conservation, of planting and digging, and all the rest of it.’ So that is what I did, supported by a guy called Phil Beldon who was naive enough as the countryside ranger to do what I asked him to do; the two of us were partners in crime. We had huge opposition to what I wanted to do, and it came from two sources: the district counsellors, who basically said ‘education is a county matter, how can you possibly justify education for the District Council?’ and the Suffolk Wildlife Trust who said ‘you are devaluing the currency of nature conservation by suggesting that anything of interest might live here.’ There were two wonderful outcomes from the crisis meeting that I sat in. I hired a Tony Soper film about mud flats, thinking this would be a good way to engage people in a public meeting to talk about what we wanted to do. The councillors and the wildlife trust lasted about five minutes of this presentation. They were sitting on the front row and then erupted and stormed out screaming and shouting at each other followed by the local press. Phil and I were sitting there with our mouths open thinking ‘my God, what have we done?’ What we had done was to absolutely motivate the other 130 people, the scout leaders, teachers and all the others who turned up mob handed the following Saturday to work on the site. We had about 80 volunteers I think that weekend. That was a fantastic success and, as we were there crashing about, the one thing that was making more noise than we were, was a nightingale absolutely singing its heart out, determined to beat the noise that we were making. I stood there thinking ‘there is a message in all of this, there are several messages in all of this’. It is great to return and to think how unlikely it would be to have that kind of response now 40 years later, to the idea that we might mix education and nature conservation. I will now talk about the arguments that will persuade that broader circle of critical partners to join in. One of the things that I look back on with great satisfaction was that in about 1988, I went on a walking holiday in the Cevennes in May. We walked for seven or eight days, through a landscape where we didn’t see any people; you could walk for several hours through meadows full of flowers like Grass of Parnassus. It was quite extraordinary to be in a landscape where it was several hours’ experience of the kind of wildflowers that I could probably go and find in a nature reserve somewhere in my home county, that had some of those plants; not all of them, some of them. The sound track for that walk was green woodpeckers, nightingales and blackcaps. I came back thinking the 50 years of my life by that stage had
Trans. Suffolk Nat. Soc. 48 (2012)