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The Countryside Remembered

The articles below appeared in the Parish Magazine 20 years ago. Each month we will be re-publishing the article entitled " The Countryside About Us", written by Roger Sykes, beginning with one written for the August 1991 edition of the magazine. It is our hope that these will present an interesting comparison of now and then, and constitute a useful historical archive. 


The Countryside About Us May 1999

posted 30 Apr 2019, 10:06 by Earl Soham Parish Council

At last the “Merry month of May” has come around again. For many it is the favourite month of the year. There is already much to see in the countryside about us. The fresh mantle of a well established spring cloaks our surroundings. Is it your habit to lie in bed until the absolute needs of your day demand you emerge? If so, may I recommend that just once you rise with the sun. Stand facing East and experience the freshness of a May morning. Accompanied by the overture of bird song as the “sun curtain” rises, your feelings of well being will be measurably increased!

Usually at the end of this month, all roads lead to Bucklesham for the wonderful annual Suffolk Show. However, the calendar dictates that this year it falls on June 2nd and 3rd. For countrymen and townsfolk who wish they were, it is an occasion much anticipated. Even when the weather creates an unexpected flurry in the sale of umbrellas and plastic macs, it detracts little from the spectacle. From many far flung country parishes and not least our own, come exhibitors of all varieties. We from this parish are well represented by our farmers, equine exhibitors, dog breeders, the WI and many others. What reflected pride we feel when we see a massive Charollais sporting a winning rosette, led by a familiar figure, or an exquisite flower arrangement labelled with a name we all know. Mix all this with some fine main ring displays, and the pleasure of unexpectedly meeting old friends and it will all add up to a perfect day.

Fishing and country walks have one thing in common. Sometimes, when fishing, nothing happens. You can be lulled into a soporific state of mind. A walk along a familiar route can be equally hypnotic. But like the float on the end of a fishing line that reacts to a nibble, so does the nose of your dog react instantly to different stimuli. Such was the case recently. I was plodding along a footpath by Earl Soham mere. My dog was ahead of me by a few yards, equally plodding along. Her attention was drawn to a rough piece of grass bordering the route. Normally a quick “sniff” is enough to dismiss the source as “ordinary” and continue the “plod”. Not this time. The reaction to the initial “sniff” was if she had been stung. She continued to”sniff” like a yoyo but quickly withdrew her nose each time. I cautiously peered into a clump of grass. To my surprise, as well, a large reptile rapidly uncoiled itself and slid away down the bank side. It was a grass snake fully 3’ long and that is not a fisherman’s story.

Roger Sykes





The Countryside About Us April 1999

posted 1 Apr 2019, 06:44 by Earl Soham Parish Council

Living in our parishes there are, naturally, folk who have been resident for many years. Indeed, some were born and continue to live their lives in this same locality. Their memories are rich in recollections of yesteryear. Recently I have been recording some of their memories and quite fascinating it has been. How amazing it is to hear stories of the countryside about us which was in rather a different guise than we see it today. 80 years ago there were several farms within this parish, most of whom had dairy herds (not even one remains) and milk was collected from the farm dairy by the villagers. Suffolk horses provided the pulling power, and after a strenuous day, they waded into the horse pond where now stands a house in Brandeston Road. Cropping was much the same with the exception of no eye catching yellow fields of oil seed rape in May and June. Potatoes, sugarbeet, beans and cereals were part of a rotation which is now largely, but not entirely, replaced by wheat and rape. Children played on the small green at the foot of Mill Hill, which now would be in the middle of that precarious junction! In a cold winter the mere was deliberately flooded and skaters zoomed about on the ice. Candles in jars on the ice lit their way in the evenings. Everything villagers needed was to hand in the village. Forge, school, church, chapel, pub, shops (including a bicycle shop) and a cobbler. Oil lamps and well water were the norm. The doctor had a wooden leg which he removed each night when he went to bed. As a consequence he was reluctant to turn out during the night because it was a struggle to put his leg back on! How our lives have changed in so many respects. How many of us would like to return to those “good old days” I wonder? If only we could be selective what a perfect life it would be!

Our parish still supports quite a respectable number of sheep. Some are resident, whilst another flock that has lambed early, puts in an appearance on rented grass from time to time. Lambing is an anxious period for flock owners. However, the trauma of sorting out difficult births and bottle feeding orphan lambs is quickly forgotten when on a sunny April day ewes and mischievous lambs can be viewed as another lambing season well done. The financial rewards are quite another matter.

Over 3.6 inches (92mm) of rain by early March suggests the very wet soil will delay both gardener and farmer in their spring sowing plans. Nature seems to eventually strike her own balance. Does this mean a very dry summer? Only time will tell.

Roger Sykes
































The Countryside About Us March 1999

posted 1 Mar 2019, 09:30 by Earl Soham Parish Council

Another mild winter in early February has encouraged many birds, especially blackbirds, to begin to pair off. They will commence the age old routine of ensuring the species continues. Great and blue tits are examining likely nesting sites and the pugnacious robin is declaring territorial rights with its distinctive song. It never fails to astound me that only 12 to 15 days elapse, with the smaller birds, from the time a fertile egg is laid to a new chick hatching out from its shell. Of course that is only the beginning of the survival process. Many and varied are the hazards that lie ahead for such fragile creatures. This year, around here at any rate, there is a new threat. the grey squirrel. It is very much in evidence. Not content with denuding our nut trees of their autumn crops they also consume the birds’ eggs layed in the springtime especially if layed in open nests. These include the greenfinch and blackbird whose eggs provide a tasty meal for these predators. Encouraged by the generous supply of peanuts intended for the birds, squirrels have prospered recently. I can only hope the four that populate our garden, and those of my neighbours, soon pack their bags and seek their fortunes elsewhere! Even the House of Lords recently devoted a debate to the growing menace of the grey squirrel!

Occasionally, during the winter months, the Easton Harriers are in evidence. The hounds ”giving tongue” can be heard from quite a distance away. The very wet and consequently muddy conditions give the riders problems with keeping up with the hounds. This was clearly demonstrated a short time ago. I was helping a farmer friend in the next parish transfer some cattle from one yard to another. We were aware that the Harriers were in the vicinity having spotted a few riders in the distance. Suddenly, and silently, the farm yard was invaded by some 12 couples (they are referred to as “couples”) of hounds, no huntsmen or followers, just hounds! They “flowed” through the yard, noses seemingly invisibly fixed to the ground. The resident black Labrador and Jack Russell shocked and greatly outnumbered by the sudden invasion of their territory, quickly vanished. Just as quickly the hounds were also gone. Sometime later a loan rider arrived enquiring “had we seen the hounds?”! Meanwhile we watched a couple of hares. They doubled back to their field having run on and then turned back using a waterway to break their scent.

A feature still in early March in the ditches and banks, especially with a warm southern aspect, are the five petalled primroses. It heralds, I suggest, all that is to come in those lovely spring and summer days that lie ahead.

Roger Sykes



The Countryside About Us - February 1999

posted 27 Jan 2019, 08:51 by Earl Soham Parish Council

There are some exceedingly pleasant tracks and countryside in the area that lies between the road to Brandeston from Earl Soham and the back road to Framlingham. Footprints I noticed in the mud suggest others occasionally pass that way, but to meet someone is unlikely. There are some good thick hedgerows hereabouts and as usual a dozen or more long tailed tits were making their chattering way amongst the top growth. Along a track bordering a field known as Home Mow on the 1841 tithe map, three roe deer, alerted by my approach, bounded into this field instead of running away. They turned, curious to see who or what was the intruder. My dog and I stood stock still! So did they. For what seemed an interminable age, we confronted each other without a twitch of a muscle from either group. Who was going to make the first move? Now certain a threat possibly presented itself to them they bounded away. Pausing for a final look from a safe distance they vanished into a nearby copse. Later we passed a field where a flock of Scotch half-bred ewes were grazing. They will lamb down in early March, the surest sign of all, when the lambs appear, that springtime has arrived at last.

There is certainly no deficit of soil moisture in early January 1999. Field drains and rivers are running freely. Water stands on the low parts of the arable fields to the detriment of the crop. The roots of winter sown cereals will not send down their roots in search of water. Consequently, if a dry period asserts itself later, shallow rooted winter wheat will suffer more readily. The total rainfall I recorded in 1998 in the gauge near my small pond was 22.5 inches (565mm). Other more exposed locations would have registered rather more.

In the January Parish magazine there was a fine tribute paid to the late Cyril Fisk of Cretingham. I regret I did not know him personally. However, reading the story of his rural life made it quite clear what a grand old countryman he was. How the farm workers’ skills of his day have changed from manual dexterity and local knowledge that he undoubtedly possessed to the different expertise required in this technological age. A.G.Street, that fine rural author of the 1930s wrote a novel entitled “Gentleman of the Party”. It is not difficult to transpose the character in this story to Cyril Fisk.

You probably have been supplying feed for the wild birds during this winter time. You may well continue to do this all the year round . Why not also provide a small container filled with moss, pieces of wool and so forth, which will be a source of nesting material for the garden birds, and a focus of entertainment for you.

Roger Sykes




The Countryside About Us January 1999

posted 28 Dec 2018, 01:49 by Chris Hoare


The daylight is perceptibly increasing now. Could it be the sombre greyness of winter is yielding to the brighter days of Springtime? The early small leaves of the honeysuckle suggest it, and so do the snowdrops. There is a great temptation in January both on the farm or in the garden (or even mother nature herself) to “get on”. But do make haste slowly! During the next few weeks harsh weather can descend upon us from the East! Better to get down to maintenance or some tidying up in those areas which you have promised yourself to tackle but somehow don’t get around to doing it. In the garden however, as impressive as a neat orderly appearance is, one small area left to itself undisturbed with perhaps a few logs for cover, can provide a good refuge for insect life and other small hibernating creatures. Newts, for example, leave their pond environment in late autumn and spend the next few months hidden under some friendly rotting debris. You might be lucky enough to provide shelter for a slow worm who also sleeps the winter away.

Not all the countryside about us slips into a lower gear. Indeed for some a much higher gear is engaged. Such was the case recently. I was alerted by my pony’s great interest in the activity in what is usually a peaceful and empty meadow nearby. She and I were both excited to see the horses owned by a local owner, whose animals’ winter season is spent jumping hurdles at race meetings all over the country, exercising with their jockeys “up”. I expect their usual “gallops “ at Worlingworth were rather too muddy and the need to keep horses fit for racing brought them to Earl Soham in what are their normal rest and grazing fields.

Something in a very much faster gear than those is not an infrequent visitor to our countryside albeit high above it. Making its presence felt by a ferocious sound but often invisible, the F15 Eagles piloted by our young American friends from Lakenheath, perform their war dance in the blue beyond. Such is the thunder of their jet engines, that I have heard cock pheasants “squawk” their alarm call, just in the same way as when they hear thunder.

Why not, I thought , utilize modern technology to benefit our indigenous wild life? The mobile telephone masts are often sited in quiet rural places. Fix an RSPB approved owl box on them and you would have an ideal home for a barn owl. This would compensate for the loss of the old barns they used to nest in, many of which are now converted for “nests” of another kind!

Roger Sykes


The Countryside About Us December 1998

posted 29 Nov 2018, 08:44 by Chris Hoare

The great Christian festival is almost upon us. Our minds are focused upon it for many differing reasons. But for the countryside about us it is not a time of any great significance, more a period of rest and survival. On the farm livestock are as demanding on Christmas Day as on any other, although much thought and planning is put into making that day’s work as brief as possible. The fields require little attention for a few weeks. It is often January that provides the biggest test of survival for the natural world with cold nights and maybe a covering of snow. 

If animals were aware of our festival then some pigs residing in this Parish might consider it their best Christmas ever! If you take a stroll towards the business park at The Lodge, you might be surprised to hear much grunting and barking (yes, pigs bark ) coming from the paddock on your right. It is now the happy home of a giddy bunch of females. The muddy wallows and churned up grass show you what a great time this bunch of gilts (females pigs retained for breeding) are having! I wonder if, when they are suckling their first litters next year of probably between 8 and 10 piglets, their thoughts will turn to those carefree paddock days? 

Are the lapwings or peewits making a return to the local fields, I wonder? In October I was delighted to see quite a large flock on some arable fields in Kent. Then a few weeks later not far from Stonham Barns a smaller gathering could be seen on newly ploughed land. Their contrasting colours against a backdrop of a cold blue winter sky as they wheeled around was so typical of our Suffolk winter scene. Maybe they are coming home?

At last the deficit of moisture in the soil is being put right. No longer do I find dry soil when digging just one spade depth down. So far this year my rain gauge has recorded 19.39” (494 mm) to early November.

Are you racking your brains for a Christmas gift idea? Then may I suggest a book entitled “A Suffolk Christmas” compiled by Humphrey Phelps. It is a fascinating account of country times long past.

Roger Sykes


The Countryside About Us November 1998

posted 29 Nov 2018, 08:37 by Chris Hoare   [ updated 29 Nov 2018, 08:46 ]

Enthusiasm for any particular activity is much to be admired, and even envied! Such was the case recently. I had the opportunity to visit someone within our parish whose particular enthusiasm is for Shetland sheep. Probably half the size of our County breed, the Suffolk, they are a hardy breed by virtue of their origins in the Northern islands which are on the same latitude as Norway. They are adept at thriving on very little food. This means they require little more than grazing and some hay in the winter time to feed them. Another benefit of this breed is that because their tails are short they do not require “docking” which is the routine for most other breeds. They produce quality wool, which is “pulled” and not “clipped”. As they mature slowly their meat is very “toothsome”! In these worrying times when lambs are being exported live from England to places all over Europe, it was exceedingly good to see the care and expertise devoted to this small flock. At the same time it has kept in focus the purpose of wool and meat production. This year’s lambing time, in April, produced several sets of twins, with mostly the ewe lambs being retained for breeding, and the ram lambs for meat production. My visit to see and admire this small flock on a lovely autumn morning was an occasion to file away in the “library” of my country memories.

On pasture that receives no attention from chemical sprays and especially where selective grazing animals, like horses, spend their time, thistles thrive. Such fields border the river Ken. Large patches of spear thistles, aptly named I think, provide an attractive sea of light purple in late summer. Once the flower heads go to seed, what a feast the seed heads provide for that most attractive bird, the goldfinch. Quite large flocks are invariably found feeding there in October. When they are disturbed they “bounce away” into the nearest tree, only to rapidly settle back on to the thistle heads when the commotion has passed by.

No friend of any nesting birds is the grey squirrel. They seem to be increasing in numbers and are predators of eggs during the nesting season. They are sometimes referred too as “tree rats”, which I think rather an unfair description. One cannot help but admire their attractive antics and appearance. Perhaps their propensity to being run over by cars will prevent them from becoming too numerous!

Roger Sykes

The Countryside About Us October 1998

posted 2 Oct 2018, 01:11 by Chris Hoare

By October many of the arable fields have already taken on their winter cloaks of brown. It seems that no sooner are the fields golden with the pending cereal harvest than they convert once again to the brown newly turned soil. Much like everything in modern agriculture be it beast or, to a lesser extent, field, a barren period means eventually lost profits. Therefore it is vital to achieve a quick turn around. No sooner has a sow given birth to her litter, probably less than only 60 days later arrangements are put in hand for the process to begin all over again.  The broilers chickens, that provide those chicken breasts you enjoy, were less than 50 days old when they were “harvested”. This means the house in which the birds were reared can produce 6 batches in one year.  Wheat is no sooner combined and the straw bales cleared off the fields, than the next crop is drilled.  If it is to be oil seed rape, within a few days it will be direct drilled into the wheat stubble.  Even some of the traditional spring crops, such as peas, are being trialed with winter sowing. Of course in China two crops of rice are harvested in one season so one can conclude the urgency is truly international.

Your thoughts may just be turning about now, to that age old country pursuit of blackberrying. Of course supermarkets seem to have taken the “season” out of fruit altogether. If you would like “fresh” strawberries on Christmas Day, so be it. Plums of one variety or another are available year round.   It is understandable therefore that gathering blackberries with all the scratchy hazards that go with this activity, might just lose the appeal it once had. However, if there are those amongst us, and I confess to being one, who still enjoys the quietness of a Suffolk hedgerow and the satisfaction of gathering a rather tasty dessert, then now is the time! The early indications suggest a good crop. In fact the freedom from late frosts this year, coupled with rain at the right time, has produced an abundance of various fruits. Not least the old fashioned yellow Marabelle plum which is Victoria plum like in taste. Our tree was laden this year, the first time for ages.
On the way to Brandeston, just beyond the Cretingham turn, there is a paddock in which lives Susie, a very ancient donkey. Her field is bounded on the roadside by that attractive shrub, the snowberry. This small white berry, appearing in August, is in such contrast to everything else along the   way, so they readily catch the eye.

Roger Sykes

The Countryside About Us September 1998

posted 3 Sep 2018, 05:03 by Chris Hoare


The countryside about us provides, almost every day, sights and events some of which lift your spirits and, just as effectively, cast them down. Examples of both came our way in Earl Soham parish recently. Quite a large proportion of the arable acres are farmed by one farming company. Consequently the style of their husbandry would bound to have an impact on the fields around us, and the flora and fauna this land supports. What good news it was then when the Suffolk Farming & Advisory Group award the 1998 first prize in the Countryside Stewardship Scheme to this farm. It is judged how the business of farming is carried on alongside the protection of the non commercial aspect of the farm such as unsprayed grass margins around arable fields ponds and their maintenance, hedge and tree management and so on. In other words a system that provides good farming practice coupled with enabling the natural world of the countryside to also flourish. On the other side of the coin development has decreed the need to change the character of the arboreal nave of deciduous trees from Earl Soham to Framlingham. The tree fellers and hedge grubbers have paid a visit. As Hardy so eloquently wrote “…. And change has marked the face of all things…..”

If your poultry has fallen victim to a marauding fox you would tend to curse rather than admire them. Sometimes however, one cannot fail to be impressed by their character. A friend of mine who works on a farm in Monk Soham parish tells me of such a one. Walking along the tractor wheel marks between the tall rows of winter beans in early summer, there some few yards in front of him was a vixen and three cubs. He continued forward and the cubs vanished into the jungle of beans. However the vixen stood her ground snarling at his approach. He thought she seemed rather menacing so he decided to slowly retreat along the track. To his surprise the vixen followed him for some way before deciding her cubs were no longer under threat. The story does not end there. Having reached the gateway he bent down to tie his boot lace, and virtually under the nose rushed a dog fox, which also vanished into bean field. A few days later my friend had what must be quite a unique “foxy” experience. Much in the same area he came upon the vixen lying on a sunny bankside suckling her cubs!

On a hot and breezy early August day, congregating on the wires over what was called Broad Meadow or Low Meadows nowadays, were upwards of 60 house martins, a mixture of newly flying youngsters and their parents. Far too early for migratory thoughts, it mystified me why they were holding such a convention.

Roger Sykes

The Countryside About Us August 1998

posted 29 Jul 2018, 09:01 by Earl Soham Parish Council


The rather insignificant River Ken, that trundles its way via the parishes of Kenton, Earl Soham (marking part of the boundary with Cretingham) and Brandeston. to join up with its superior partner the River Deben, is being managed! Those of you who have wells in your garden will know, and many others may have read, that a bore hole, not yet in use, has been sunk at the pumping station near the Low Meadows in Earl Soham. Now, if you take a walk along Swan Lane and look to your right by the bridge over this river you might be surprised to see constructed what looks like a small dam. I had to satisfy my curiosity (and I was also anxious to establish that our peaceful parish was not on the verge of some vast hydro electric scheme!) so eventually my enquiries led me to the Environmental Agency. They patiently explained that the “dam” was in fact a temporary weir structure. This, when the bore hole commences to add water to the Ken (and thereby the Deben) will enable them to measure the height of the water passing through the weir, and hence the flow. This is logged every 15 minutes on a device contained in a mysterious padlocked box beside the weir. However, as we have had 7½(190.5 mm) of rainfall during the last 3 months it has not been necessary to start up the bore hole. Another temporary weir structure can be seen from the bridge on the road to Cretingham from Brandeston. It is where the river Ken meets the upper reaches of the Deben.


Any doubts that may have lingered in my mind as to the wisdom of feeding wild birds throughout the year, rather than just in the winter months, have now been finally dismissed. I am quite convinced that, apart from the entertainment value, a supplement to their natural food is much appreciated. From my observations there is a constant coming and going to the feed stations throughout the daylight hours. A great tit daily brought her newly flying youngsters to be fed until they learnt to forage for themselves. To my great surprise a whitethroat even alighted on the peanut container and probed the contents. Peanuts of course, must never be offered whole, but always fed through the familiar wire mesh tube feeders. Try to suspend the feeders in a sheltered spot, which helps to protect the birds from the swift attention of a sparrow hawk. These predators have quickly learnt that bird tables are good sources of a quick ”non vegetarian meal“. A shallow water supply is equally important. Another form of help for our garden birds is provision of nest boxes, both for blue or great tits and robins. Less usual but equally welcome is the siting of artificial nests placed under the eaves of houses for the rather beleaguered house martin. I was pleased to see such a box installed on a house in Bedfield. 


Roger Sykes





















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