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Nature is stronger than humanity

Nature is stronger than humanity in any struggle.

Nature is opportunistic taking advantage of any situation to live, grow and procreate.  This young starling in Colchester is a member of a species that successfully uses the roof structures of town houses to nest in.

Nature is opportunistic taking advantage of any situation to live, grow and procreate. This young starling in Colchester is a member of a species that successfully uses the roof structures of town houses to nest in.

Walking in a location called Hilly Fields in Colchester with my camera I met a fellow visitor who remembered the place as an empty set of fields for cattle during the 1970’s.  Over forty years later Hilly Fields is woodland, and it is hard to imagine this place now with no trees but grassland for cows.  Nature will quickly take over a place and return a wasteland to a living chaos of rampant plant and animal if the opportunity arises.

Even in my garden I see the procreative power of nature.  I can mow the lawn and four days later it flowers and fast growing vegetation cover the lawn again.  I remove the so-called weeds from the paving stones in the same garden, but days later the same plants emerge again.  In battle with nature over my garden, nature is winning.

There is a wonderful set of photographs showing how nature has run wild in Detroit in the USA, which was hit hard by the economic chaos from 2007.   People have abandoned whole neighborhoods in Detroit, and nature has taken advantage, a metaphor of the power of nature against human civilisation.  It is highly unlikely humanity can kill off all plants and animals on planet earth, there will come a tipping point when it becomes unsustainable for humanity to survive as a species, and nature will from the remaining plants and animals create tens of millions of new versions to replace the losses.  Detroit is a perfect metaphor of natures strength against humanity, a lesson to heed unless humanity wants to experience Detroit across the face of human civilisation.

Solstice Rainbows

The magic of nature and history.

Magical rainbow over Hilly Filelds, Colchester.

Magical rainbow over Hilly Fields, Colchester.

Today is the Summer Solstice, the longest day of the year.  I made the effort to awake at 4.00 am today to visit Hilly Fields, Colchester to mark this Solstice.  I suffered a series of challenging dreams where I was late, or in wrong locations, or suffered other mishaps in trying to mark the Solstice, waking up in one dream from another, wheels within wheels, the alarm woke me my relief to the real world.  The dreams and my dislike for such early mornings tempted me to stay in bed.

I synchronised my watch with the time on the internet, but the internet was less helpful about the time of sunrise in Colchester, giving me three separate times, not that it really mattered since there was no megaliths in Colchester to mark the rising sun against.  It seemed surreal that outside was daylight for more than an hour yet the sun was yet to rise.

Sun rise at the Palace of Cunobelin, Hilly Fields, Colchester.

Sun rise at the Palace of Cunobelin, Hilly Fields, Colchester.

I rushed out of the door with ten minutes to go before sunrise, the sky was already blazing golden-orange.  I sprinted down the road that was once an ancient river.  I passed a soldier who threw a comment in my direction, I did not hear it.  I vaulted over the wall dividing the Southway. I passed a surprised worker having an early cigarette.  I was glad no police patrol crossed my path, not that I would have stopped for them.  Down a gravel path I shot, to my right the new housing estate that now covered what was once the workhouse for the poor, much feared by the people who remembered it.  I avoided treading on the slugs, crossing over a spring, then into a field.  The rabbits scattered, as I zigzagged a mine field of rabbit holes. Then through a line of trees I was into the palace of the kings of my ancient ancestors.

Rainbow at Summer Solstice on Hilly Fields, Colchester.

Rainbow at Summer Solstice on Hilly Fields, Colchester.

This much neglected spot is really a wide open field upon the top of a great hill, once was the palace of Cunobelin, first king of Britain of the kings and queens that extend to our modern Queen Elizabeth II.  A great fortress of wood and soil, now long gone, the archaeology hidden in the ground, left to the imagination to conjure up its splendor.  Here was once the industrial and trading centre of Cunobelins mighty kingdom, capital of Britain, where they minted hundreds of thousands of gold coin.  Immortalised by Shakespeare in Cymbeline, King Cunobelin held court surrounded by warriors and druids; both his ancestors and descendents over one hundred years brought troubles to the shores of Britain as family power struggles caused first Julius Caesar to invade Britain, then a hundred years later Emperor Claudius.  This to me was Camelot, here alone with the rabbits I celebrated the Summer Solstice.

Sheepen Cauldron, Hilly Fields, Colchester.

Sheepen Cauldron, Hilly Fields, Colchester.

I positioned myself near the spot of an information sign relating the finding of a 3000 year-old cauldron, buried ritually upon its side, its opening facing east.  Cauldrons held a magical significance to my Celtic ancestors, connected to prosperity, rebirth and creativity.  This is the Sheepen Cauldron a highly valuable object to bury by my ancestors, buried into the side of the hill of the palace of Cunobelin.  The ideas associated with cauldrons may have evolved into the Arthurian legends of the Holy Grail, which had similar otherworldly properties.

The sun was attempting to fight through the rain clouds, the sky was a blaze of golden-orange.  Behind me a rainbow was forming.  Towering over me this rainbow was huge, with a ghostly second rainbow above it.  This display of nature in a place of history conjured up to me alone, whilst most of Colchester slept oblivious of this magical wonder.

Rainbow over trees where cauldron was buried, Hilly Fields, Colchester.

Rainbow over trees where the Sheepen cauldron was buried, Hilly Fields, Colchester.

As quickly as the rainbow came, it vanished.  The wind began blowing, the temperature dropped and it started raining.  It was time to leave.  I took a route back home, down the roads of the living, with their large houses and gardens, sharing the spaces that was once the vast cemeteries of the Romano-British dead, the long gone tombs and temples of my ancestors.  As I crossed the modern road upon an ancient Roman road which connected the Balkerne Gate of Roman Colchester to the Celtic settlement at Gosbecks, I remembered the legend associating rainbows with pots of gold, perhaps a sign of prosperity ahead upon the challenging road I must walk.

Sustainability action 3: picking up rubbish

A dead mouse in a bottle was a graphic reminder how discarded rubbish harms wildlife.

Animals like this Colchester rabbit are at risk of harm from discarded rubbish.

Animals like this Colchester rabbit are at risk of harm from discarded rubbish.

An individual can take sustainable action by not taking energy out of the environment such as by using solar power; they can put energy back into the environment by planting trees; or they can repair damage to energy systems by eliminating disruptions like removing discarded rubbish.

I walked to an ancient nature park called Hilly Fields in Colchester armed with two bags to pick up rubbish.  The discarding of rubbish does harm to the animals, plants and the environment they depend upon.  In Britain we have a Queen, who resides mostly at Buckingham Palace in London; on Hilly Fields is the former royal palace of the first recorded King of Britain, called Cunobelin, recognised and recorded as such by the Roman Emperors from the time of Emperor Augustus.  The Queen has no trouble with litter at Buckingham Palace, but at Hilly Fields it is a different story.  Whilst Hilly Fields was reasonably clean, I still came away with two full bags of rubbish.

As a graphic reminder of the harm rubbish does to wildlife I came across a discarded glass bottle. Poking out of the end of this bottle was the head of a dead mouse.  The mouse had got into the bottle, became trapped, and died.  Less than five metres away from the bottle with the dead mouse was a litter bin.  I was angry.  A lazy, ignorant, careless human being had rather than using the litter bin steps away had thrown the bottle on the ground, a living creature paid for that carelessness with its life.  All actions have consequences; small may be our actions, thoughts and words, large can be the impact.

A few hundred yards from the dead mouse Druids from two thousand years ago had buried a cauldron, known as the Sheepen Cauldron in honour to their earth goddess.  These Druids would be horrified if they knew how their Colchester descendants treat the earth, the very location where they walked with respect, by dumping rubbish across it, leading to pollution of the ground and the death of animals.  Those who live in the modern age tend to view our ancestors as backward savages, but I wondered who really is the backward savage.

I find my sustainable actions open doors to other activities.  After returning home I wrote an e-mail to my local Colchester councillors asking for signs to be put up in all Colchester nature parks telling people to take their rubbish home with them.  A letter is planned for the local newspaper.