One thing I’m adamant I want to do this year is to make sure I get off the farm to visit other farms and farmers who I want to learn from, so a few weeks ago I booked the day off, got up early and headed to probably the most influential farm in the country and somewhere I’d wanted to visit for years.
It was just before dawn and the frost was severe when I crossed the cattle grid and arrived at Knepp. The 3500 acre estate has been in the Burrell family for many generations but since Charlie Burrell took over from his grandparents in 1983 he found it impossible to turn a profit on the intensive arable and dairy farms the estate owned. The principal reason was the clay, 300m of it on top of rock. The soil was as hard as concrete in the summer and turned to porridge in the winter. In 2002 the decision was made to give up farming the land and allow nature to reclaim with minimal intervention.
The whole site is fenced and stocked with deer, ponies, cattle and pigs to mimic the natural relationships between vegetation and herbivore.
20 years later and the estate is crawling with wildlife that live on a patchwork of grass, trees and scrub. In the absence of large predators the livestock numbers are managed, with the surplus being harvested and the meat sold.
The habitats that have evolved now mean that Knepp is the only place in the country where both nightingale and turtle dove are increasing (both these birds are in serious threat of being lost from our countryside) and experts believe it’s probably home to the highest density of songbirds anywhere in England. As well as the thriving wildlife it is now profitable and employs more people than before the project started.
The owners of the estate are the first to admit that this is not the answer for all farmland but for soils that are unfarmable why fight nature? Knepp has been instrumental and led the way in wilding, with many farmers having been inspired by the opportunities to let nature take a bit of space back. Every farm has fiddly corners, wet spots and awkward bits where it’s inefficient to cultivate, so we should all embrace a little wildness.
I walked for the whole day and only saw a handful of people. It was amazing to stand in a woody glade at dawn accompanied by long horn cattle and deer with pigs rootling in the earth while each scrubby clump produced the sound of wrens, dunnock or great tit. Many ecologists now believe that ancient Britain was like this and not blanketed in dense woodland, more of an ever-changing kaleidoscope of pasture, scrub and trees know as wood pasture. Stood in the glade watching the cattle emerge from the trees it felt like I could have been in a time before humans wrecked the planet. The pigs may have been Tamworths – as wild boar were deemed too dangerous for a public site, and long horn cattle are a bit modern but perhaps the nearest ancestor we have to the Auroch (the ancient wild cattle that became extinct in 1627) but I’m sure you get the idea!