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Showing posts with label Barnehurst station. Show all posts
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Sunday, 26 September 2010

26/9/10: Barnehust Bush Vetch


The west end of Barnehurst station's 'down' (Dartford-bound) platform is bathed in September sun. Oak and Silver Birch in evidence.

Bush Vetch (Vicia sepium) in flower on the 'up' (London-bound) platform.

Saturday, 31 July 2010

31/7/10: Barnehurst Bastard Cabbage

Fewer than normal of the infrequently found, non-native, Bastard Cabbage (Rapistrum rugosum) behind the 'up' (London-bound) platform at Barnehurst station this year, but this one has made a fine specimen and the conditions today were well suited to the limitations of my mobile phone cam (which over-exposes white or yellow flowers in brighter light):


Saturday, 8 May 2010

8/5/10: Back in Barnehurst

A few pictures from Barnehurst on the way home from the Oxleas Woods meeting.


Barnehurst station footbridge from Hornbeam Lane. The Lilac and a couple of other plants appear to be remants of an old horticultural planting

A carpet of Bluebells in Bursted Woods


Dogs Mercury and Bluebells

The yellow-flowered umbellifer Alexanders on the southern edge of the wood, near the entrance to the railway footpath - the leaves are edible cooked or raw, and have a strong/less-refined celery-like flavour


Saturday, 17 April 2010

17/4/2010: First Speckled Wood of year, Wood Anemones open wide

More spring is sprung in Barnehurst ....


Bursted Wood on a sunny afternoon and the Wood Anemone flowers are open wide. As are the golden blooms of Lesser Celandine. Two Speckled Wood butterflies, my first of the year, chase each other as the sun streams through the still open canopy of a late spring.

Narcissus in Bursted Wood


Another swathe of Wood Anemone carpets the top of the cutting behind Barnehurst station's down platform along Hornbeam Lane. As usual the view was somewhat spoilt by the mass of litter chucked over the fence further along the Lane by morally and intellectually-challenged travellers and left to accumulate - for months at a time - by a railway company that never-the-less always seems to have the time and money to cut too much vegetation down too often and too short.