What's going on at Whittleford Park?
We are currently creating a new 'balancing basin' which we are confident will contribute to the much cherished character and biodiversity of Whittleford Park.
This will replace the old basin, which wasn't sufficient for the needs of the new homes currently being built in the area. A balancing basin is quite simply a pool of water which supports the drainage of the area, especially during times of heavy rain. It also provides a sanctuary for the local wildlife.
We have worked very closely with the Friends of Whittleford Park, the Warwickshire Wildlife Trust, as well as with Nuneaton and Bedworth Borough Council to develop the most suitable plan and will continue do so throughout the progress of this project.
For more information please visit Warwickshire County Council's Whittleford Park website.
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Whittleford Park Poem
A poem about Whittleford Park and the surrounding countryside has recently won an award. Tout ca Change by Friends of Whittleford Park member, Alan Lunt has been named winner of the Campaign to Protect Rural England (CPRE) Poetry and Reading Awards 2010.
Tout ca Change...
Time brings us change -
rooks no longer raucous
in the churchyard elms - those
leafy giants long gone,
and the young struggling.
The hounds of Atherstone
bay no more
over the winter fields after
the wily russet fellow.
And we listen in vain now
for the cuckoo's
ventriloquism from the summer wood,
hearing instead the harsh staccato
Of the muntjac
insistent over the old quarry.
But change is accepted, taken in, as the high
buzzard, wheeling on the wind,
evades the pestering crow.
Giant earth movers may
ravage the landscape , but in their wake
A riot of wildflowers
Snatches life again from the bare earth.
For this is green
Warwickshire, where surely once
a dark lady was likened
To a summer's day, some
distant Maytime
when Queen Anne's lace
frilled every hedge- bank, pink
lady's smock suffused
the rising grass, and the Poet's eye
really did glance from earth
to heaven, the while his ear
was smitten with a clamour of birdsong.
Alan Lunt, (over-18s)
