I returned to the woods this week and enrolled on a tracking course with Woodsmoke, a highly respected bushcraft school based in the Lake District. I've done a teensy bit of tracking with them before on their Woodlander Course, and lots of my own amateurish attempts, but this was to be three days of structured and in depth training that I hoped would open my eyes to the world around me. I was not disappointed.
Sniffing out a scent trail.
Rainstorm so heavy night fell in the middle of the day.
Dissecting a fox scat.
As the course progressed, I became increasingly confident not only in my own senses, but was able to understand where the limits of a really experienced tracker lie. Abilities that had once seemed supernatural to me were shown to be based in science, while other tracking myths were quickly debunked. By the end of the course I was scrutinsing broken blades of grass and running my fingers inside tracks to feel their form. Although many times I was unsure of what I was reading there, often enough I was rewarded with good evidence that allowed me to progress faster along a trail.
Course Director Steven Hanton demonstrating gait analysis- very Pythonesque.
Another comedy moment. Blindfolded piggy backs- can you walk in a straight line?
Looking for animal sign amongst dune systems at Ravenglass.
By the end of the course, I was completely hooked, and keen to get straight on to my next trail. The skills taught at Woodsmoke are only the foundation stones of what is a huge area of study. I think the next step for me is to try and understand better what happens to tracks and trails over time, as there is something reassuring about fresh signs, but these are rarely found in nature. I can't wait to get out again, only this time with my eyes wide open.
The ending of the rain. A misty final morning in the woods.
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