Rumble in the Jungle

If there’s a finer manmade 2 acres on this island than Martin Crawford’s forest garden in South Devon I’ve yet to see it. A rambling foodscape, now 15 years old, it’s the ultimate in low input-high out growing. It’s well worth a visit, even if only virtually through his DVD – a clip here. I promise I’m not on a cut.

I spent a rather inspiring morning there alone, wandering around taking pictures. One of those places, like the beach on New Year’s Day, that make you a little gladder to be alive. I’ll post some pics later.

There’s a pond near the centre that the Beautiful Demoiselles, other damselflies and dragonflies seem particularly to like. Huge numbers of both red and blue damselflies flitting around the apple mint, one of which had become trapped in a spider’s web, attracting the less than positive attentions of its owner.

Google tells me the colourful combatant is a male Common bluetail damselfly, and I’m not one to go against the google. To all but a few anoraks, a spider’s a spider and I’m not going to break ranks on that one.

They had quite a wrestle. The spider, I was sure, wouldn’t find it too tricky – but the damselfly seeemed to be getting on top. Weirdly, other male Common bluetail damselflies came over and took turns to look. I’m not being lazy with my words here (not something I can always protest): they actually took it in turns to hover and (I don’t know) watch, shout support, boo the spider. It reminded me of that bit in True Lies, when the plane appears at the window.

Excuse the duff depth of field – I was hanging over a fence trying to get close but not break the fence and fall into the pond.

I watched as long as I felt comfortable, and carried on walking and taking pictures. I had the distinct impression the damsel was going to come out on top, although I’ve no idea what (if any) armoury they possess.

An hour later, on my way out, I couldn’t help a last look. They were both now at the side of the web, damsel dead, spider having a rest.