We're trying something new with our Bogcasts - just someone (me) walking a transect and recording the ambient noise. There's no talking; just whatever sounds happen while I'm there. I'll walk the same transect in winter, spring and summer to see (or rather hear) how those noises change across the year. I thought I'd put together a blog to accompany each recording so that you can see what I'm seeing as I walk.
I cannot hear a sound* in the still, cold air as I head out across the bog. The moor is bleak, cloud-shrouded, almost spectral; visibility has irised down to around 10 metres and it's all a bit Baskervilles...
There's still plenty of this year's bog asphodel (Narthecium ossifragum) about. In summer, the flower spikes were tipped with vivid pyramids of sulphur-yellow stars. Now they are straw coloured, rattling, the leaves wilting to a pallid, glaucous smear across the bog. Fun asphodel fact: the species name ossifragum translates as bone-breaker. It was once believed that livestock grazing on bog asphodel would develop brittle bones; the condition was actually caused by calcium poor pasture.
*apart from squelching and sniffing