Mainly about the wild flowers of Fife

Other places

Kiel’s Den

After a bit of round-the-houses, I found the entrance to Kiel’s Den, and began wondering why I’ve never explored it before. I walked along thinking of Charles Howie. There were some huge coppiced lime trees – maybe they were there in his time?

Dog’s Mercury isn’t my favourite, but it’s just nice to find some proper spring flowers. With cubist buds.

There wasn’t anything else flowering today, but lots to look at even so. First, these amazing suede-finish fungi which I think are Jelly Ears.

Then there were mosses galore. Charles Howie would know what they all were. I recognised this one as Thamnobryum alopecurum, with the branches all coming off a “trunk” at the top.

I found a very washed-out Lophocolia bidentata (I think), growing among Mnium hornum (I think).

This lichen catches my eye every time I see it. I’ve now looked it up: Cladonia coniocraea.

There were some good shapes on the rotten stumps and trunks:

And this fallen giant is now host to two young silver birches. (I expect Charles Howie was familiar with it when alive.)

I also found the largest thuidium tamariscinum I’ve ever seen – rivalling the ferns for size.

Coming back, I was pleased to find a shortcut, which took me past more moss.

And past a wall covered so beautifully in lichen, moss and stonecrop. Definitely one to have another look at later in the year.

There were glimpses of the silver sea and hazy coastal path, and all in all I felt it was such a lovely corner of Fife.
And I think this counts as my March “somewhere else”, even though it’s on my doorstep.


Two kinds of Butterbur

After the snow, it was so good to get out and see some green (although the Tay at Newburgh was beautifully misty and atmospheric).

Lots of flotsam went drifting past, including an entire chunk of the banking.

There were signs of spring like little Elder leaves and bursting buds of the flowering currant. But I liked these leaves best – Shining Crane’s-bill, Geranium lucidum.

The moss on the stones at the river edge was the most beautiful thing.

I went back by Lindores, where the Giant Butterbur, Petasites japonicus, was flowering over the wall, but the verge where I found it before was completely buried in snow.

Such a weird-looking plant.

I then went on to Kettlebridge to see whether the White Butterbur, Petasites albus, was flowering. It was.

This plant could be so beautiful, but unless you go close up, it looks a bit scruffy and dirty. I like it though.

Peace among the mosses

It’s been a difficult week and I was so glad to escape to Craighall Den for some peaceful frosty sunshine, birdsong, and mosses.

I’ll cover the mosses in detail in the other blog, but I really enjoyed looking at them and thinking about their habitats.

There were lots of snowdrops too.

And I was so pleased when I looked for, and found, lots of the tiny pink hazel flowers among the catkins. (But came away with only one decent picture…)

It was such a beautiful day. I wished I could have gone exploring “somewhere else”, but I went on to the end of the field beyond the den, where I’ve never been, and this will have to do for February.

Winter sunshine

Sunday was the most beautiful kind of winter’s day – sunshine, blue sky, no wind, earth “hard as iron” so no mud. I walked up from Ceres to Craigrothie, up to Hill of Tarvit, then back along the road to Ceres.

I was keeping an eye out for flowers in bloom, for wildflowerhour. That made me stop and look carefully at a holly tree, and yes, there was a little white flower there.

Holly must be followed by Ivy.

I liked the way the frost clung to the plants on the shady side of the path, like these nettles.

Ragwort isn’t usually a favourite, but it was glorious in the sunshine.

In the Hill of Tarvit woods, I liked the shadow trees on the smooth trunks of the beeches.

There was a wee mausoleum with interesting looking moss. I marked it down for another day, and headed back. To finish with, a picture of the ice stars on the car window.

Somewhere else

I’m still trying to make a once-a-month effort to visit places I’ve never been, explore a bit more. So this week I headed off to Braemar. I took the first footpath I found, which led off down the side of the Clunie river.

The first excitement was this white flower (too white for the camera, in the bright light. And it was blowing a gale).

I’ve now decided it’s a white version of Dame’s Violet.

Loved this little moss clump, complete with tiny toadstool.

The path then goes along the side of the Dee. Looking one way, view of Braemar Castle. Not sure why I got this 70s retro look with the photo.

The other way, looking into the hills.

There were some great moss groups on the granite boulders along the river.

If I’d done my homework, I would done a longer version of this walk, but I was happy enough to head back into Braemar.

I then went along to Muir of Dinnet reserve – but it was heaving with families enjoying half term. I had a quick look at the loch.

Examined some moss (Polytrichum commune, I think).

And it was lovely to find this little thing flowering – Cowberry, I think, although it might be a hybrid as the petals aren’t very curved.

Long drive back, but the Speyside woods were beautiful in the sun, and I had a very nice bacon and egg pie in Aboyne!

The Minister’s Path

Another day off and another chance to explore somewhere different. I decided to try the Minister’s Path between Glen Prosen and Glen Clova.

Going up, I kept startling red grouse from the heather. What a strange noise they make. And their droppings were strange too, like little cigarette butts. Apparently it’s their high fibre heather shoot diet…

I was hoping they wouldn’t fly over to the shooting party on the other side. Not such a peaceful walk today.

The heather was a tapestry of different shades of purple.

Scenery all around.

Down a long hill, saying hello to a group of walkers struggling up the other way. At the foot of the hill, the tallest mullein I’ve seen for a long time (flowers just about looking me in the eye).

At the end of the path was the carpark and a handy bench, where I had my lunch with a view.

Nearly got soaked when a car drove fast through that puddle. Not impressed.

On the way back, the hill was steep. I tried to identify the small squeaky birds, and managed to get a picture.

Meadow pipit, I think.
I thought this must be a club moss, and it is – Stag’s-horn Club-moss (white hair ends to leaves).

A good walk.

The hill

If ever I needed a reminder of why I’m not a hill walker…

I went off to explore Glen Clova, parked at Glen Doll, and ended up following the path to Ballater by Capel Mounth. I didn’t realise it went to the top of the hill until I was halfway up (or what felt like halfway up). Decided to carry on, but it was hard going…however, there were ever-changing light effects on the hills to distract me, and some good plants on the path.

Still in bloom, Yellow Saxifrage, Saxifraga aizoides – attracting several ants.

Bog Asphodel, Narthecium ossifragum (one of my plants of the year).

Just as lovely once it’s gone over – great colour.

I didn’t see anyone, but at one point, I thought I heard distant bagpipes…

Top of the hill, top of the world.

I didn’t go further as the rain started. It stopped as soon as I was togged up in waterproofs, but I felt I’d achieved enough and carried on down the hill.

Alpine Lady’s-mantle, Alchemilla alpina, with its silvery-backed leaflets cut to the base.

Red sphagnum – might be Sphagnum capillifolium subsp. capillifolium, because there were lots of capsules.

Lovely Hylocomium splendens, Glittering wood moss welcomed me back into the wood, where I managed not to fall off the stepping stones across the burn.

It felt like a different world, only an hour and a half in the car – can’t believe I’ve never been here before.

A host of new plants

The wild flower class went up to the reservoir at Glen Errochty on a grey, cold, damp day – but it was plant heaven, with the chance to see things I’d never come across before.

There was moonwort, hard to believe it’s a fern. (Wish I’d got a better picture.)

Saxifraga aizoides, Yellow saxifrage (OK, I have seen this before, but not often) – again, going over, but we could see the orange dots on the petals.

There was a beautiful ball of furry moss – I’m thinking Rhytidiadelphus but have yet to sit down and see if I can get closer.

My favourite new plant was the Heath Cudweed, Gnaphalium sylvaticum. The tall spikes weren’t particularly visible among the heather, but what an amazing plant.

Then there was Selaginella selaginoides, Lesser Club-moss. Not a good picture (I’m going to blame the weather for making me rush things) but we saw the little spore clusters under its hooky claws.

And a chance to sort out two types of gentian. First, Field Gentian, Gentianella campestris, with darker flowers and two large outer calyx lobes overlapping two inner lobes. (I think)

Then Autumn Gentian, Gentianella amarella, with equal calyx teeth. (Do hope I was looking at the right thing!)

Coming down the path, we found a solitary, very tall Grass of Parnassus. Perfect. All in all, a great day out.

Oh what a beautiful morning

Up early, and I went along to Cults, meaning to explore the old railway track. But a road closure meant I ended up going along toward Burnturk, then decided to follow a path downhill.

Wonderful scabious flowers.

The path went through some trees (looks as if it will be good for spring flowers) and came out at
Bunzion. The barley fields stretched out for miles. No wind today to ruffle them.

The swallows were swooping about over the fields, with one sitting alone on the telegraph wires.

I walked along the main road to Pitlessie, then up Priestfield and back along to the car. Most of the flowers I saw there just a month ago have gone now – the mallow bush still had a few blooms, and there was one last strawberry to enjoy. But going up Priestfield, I was sorry to see the old Himalayan Balsam in full bloom, really taking hold. There was one white plant among them.

Summer flowers and strawberries

After a quick decision to take a sunny day off work I was heading for the Lomonds, but I got waylaid by the old quarry field and the peace and heat up in the hills above Cults.

I must remember not to try to get through the fence again – not fun, with nettles at face height…especially when you get stuck in the fence. Once I was in, I was a bit disappointed that the cows have grazed heavily this year. But there was still a whole host of flowers to find, including eyebright, ox-eye daisy, self-heal, fairy flax. And scabious.

Timothy and Cocks-foot in full flower.

Red Bartsia.

I went down through the woodland, past the scary hole, to see if the Twayblade was still flourishing, and it is.

Back at the car, I parked at the z-bend and wrote up a list, before I forgot. It was so peaceful. I watched a grey squirrel eating young hawthorn berries. Decided not to go to the Lomonds.

Along at the lime kiln, there was a bush of what looks like Musk Mallow.

I wasn’t sure if this was a garden escape. The book was no help, just saying that the epicalyx was narrower in Musk Mallow – but how are you supposed to work that one out?

There was marjoram and the world’s biggest hebe.

There were endless strawberries and raspberries – I ate some and filled a little bag to take home, had them with some Luvians ice-cream. I also spent some time comparing two willowherbs. Think this one is American Willowherb, with its club-shaped stigma.

Then there was an unexpected Bladder Campion, like a little bunch of green grapes.

On the other side of the road, there was Lysimachia and Fox-and-cubs, and also this silvery Alchemilla:

It was too hot to carry on, but I had just enough energy to admire these spirally, split black seed pods.

Also pleased to see the hogweed bonking beetles, doing what they do best but not on hogweed this time.