North Marsh: to boldly go where no cow has gone before…

North Marsh: to boldly go where no cow has gone before…

Askham Bog is Vanessa's favourite YWT reserve and the place she started her conservation journey - (c) Paul Robinson

Dave Powell, Yorkshire Wildlife Trust’s Living Landscapes Officer in the Vale of York, talks us through an exciting new venture which – at first glance – may seem fairly run of the mill…

North Marsh is - you guessed it - a marsh area on the northern boundary of Askham Bog SSSI. Askham Bog is Yorkshire Wildlife Trust’s oldest nature reserve, founded in 1946 and founding – in turn - Yorkshire Naturalists' (now Wildlife) Trust.

North Marsh is approximately 5 acres in size, a long thin strip which sits between the north side of Far Wood and the main ditch which flows around the Bog. It’s one of those hidden bits that our visitors don’t see; as the reserve is surrounded on three sides by Pike Hills Golf Club, access to North Marsh is across the golf course land and then requires climbing over thick fallen willows, leaping over ditches and battling through nettles, reeds and Himalayan balsam.

Once upon a time, North Marsh was a nice patch of fen meadow, with various wetland species of fern, sedges, wildflowers, orchids and patches of small scrub. However, it sits between Far Wood and the main ditch, and Far Wood is being managed through a zero-management approach to study what happens to wet woodland based on acidic peat.

A section of aerial woodland is outlined by a white rectangle

The issue

Over the last 20 years, Himalayan balsam – our most pervasive invasive species – has grown from unmonitored areas upstream all the way to the bottom of the system, which is where Askham Bog sits. Askham Bog provides the perfect growing medium for balsam because of its damp and largely undisturbed conditions – and its tendency to flood in winter, at which point the balsam seeds flow freely across the site.

This year Yorkshire Wildlife Trust spent 700 hours removing Himalayan balsam from its nature reserves to no avail. Add that to just how difficult North Marsh is to access – getting people and machinery to the area takes nearly an hour each way, and the terrain is too difficult to for the golf club’s grounds machinery – and at most we would only ever manage to clear a third of the area each year.

Over the years, Himalayan balsam has crept into both North Marsh and Far Wood – fragile habitats at risk of losing important and rare species. Something needed to be done – and that something, our silver bullet, is conservation grazing. 

A field filled with tall, green stems of balsam with some pink flowers.

The solution

We have a herd of Dexter Cattle at Askham Bog; their nimble and energetic nature is perfect for the fen habitat, a mosaic of open and thick scrubby areas. But how could we get the cows onto North Marsh, ensure they stay there, and keep them safe and watered?

The golf club were kind enough to allow us access along their network of golf buggy tracks to get our cows most of the way there, and a good amount of scouring aerial maps found a spot where there was even enough room to have a field gate and fenced compartment.

However, with Askham Bog being – well, a bog – this presented its own challenge. Wooden fence posts last barely 5 years on-site, and the cost of timber has gone up so much in recent years that it is now much closer to the cost of metal fencing. When people think of conservation, they often don’t think of the nitty-gritty things like fencing – but actually, fencing takes up a lot of our time, particularly where SSSI sites like Askham Bog are involved where we need special permission from Natural England.

Fencing the way forward

For Askham Bog, we have settled on Clipex fencing; galvanised metal posts, guaranteed for 20 years and expected to last 30 years, with a system where the livestock netting can just clip onto the posts. This makes it easier to install and to maintain than traditional post and net fencing and lasts far longer. We have also taken care to design the fencing so that 3 of the 4 sides of the area have a plain wire top, meaning deer are able to freely and easily jump the fences – and have left barbed wire along the golf side to protect the cows from the golfers (or perhaps the other way round!)

We spent 14 whole days out in North Marsh over winter, with volunteer and corporate groups, clearing trees around the boundary for the fence to go in. These trees had never been coppiced or worked on before, so it presented some of the biggest trees and limbs we’ve ever had to deal with.

With part of the funding from the Rural Payments Agency, we were able to install 720m of Clipex fencing, a new field gate, a new pedestrian gate – and a water line extension of nearly 350m which ran across meadows, through woods, over ditches and under culverts to spill into a brand-new trough. The scene was set, the lighting was up, and the stage was ready – all we needed was our stars.

A small metal rectangular trough with running water

The cows

At 7am on 24th July, four brave cows entered the new North Marsh grazing compartment, wearing NoFence collars that allow us to track their progress. The goal is for these intrepid explorers to graze on the pervasive Himalayan balsam and reeds, whilst hopefully avoiding the ferns and sedges clinging on for survival.

If all goes to plan, our mobile lawnmowers will create a buffer strip between the main ditch, where balsam seeds will unfortunately continue to arrive, and Far Wood. This will give us a real chance to clear the balsam in Far Wood by hand without the danger of constant reinfestation – protecting the rare and fragile populations of gingerbread sedge, marsh fern and royal ferns which exist in Far Wood.

This is just the start of this restoration project, the biggest one at Askham Bog since the tree clearance of the 90s. There will still be hundreds of hours needed in Far Wood to clear the balsam which has got in there, and we can’t do this without more volunteers and corporate partners to help us.

Three black cows and one brown cow make their first steps into the unknown