Well mostly natural enrichment of grassland habitat through grazing, introducing more complex habitat structure by diversifying niches and hence improving biodiversity, other than that all Boris and his girls do for us is create muddy paths.
So to muddy paths. This particular path is the only flat way from one favourite grazing patch to another hence it gets churned up when it rains and it was easily surpassing the muddy boot test* (because us poor lowly bipeds also use it) so something had to be done about it.
Luckily a nearby long collapsed dry stone wall and the stones removed from the path in the process of de-mudding provided more than enough stones to cobble the path. (I should mention at this point that it was raining all day, quite heavily in fact, why I am mentioning this will become apparent later).
I should also mention that some of us (well all of us to be fair) apparently quite like playing in mud and are very much in touch with our inner 5 year olds so cobbles were not so much placed as dropped into the wettest muddiest puddles while making rude noises and saying words like “plop”.
Anyway, after a number of trips to collect cobbles the path became more and more passible if not completely dry (Sorry I may have inadvertently used the word DRY there I do apologise Kereith**).
After a well-deserved tea break (with custard creams) many of us were getting that “well I’m as wet as I can possibly be anyway so we might as well finish this bit” mentality so on we went until a good extra stretch was cobbled so we ended the day with a much less muddy and hopefully a Boris proof path.
*a path fails the muddy boot test when said mud oozes halfway up the sides of the boot threatening the sanctity of the laces.
**Kereith would like it to be known that he went the extra mile and got considerably wetter than anyone else and is therefore proudly mentioned in dispatches for conspicuous bravery while in the possession of wet underpants.
Article and photos by Graham Watkeys - Taf Fechan's Warden