What Manning's Pit means to us - poems, lyrics, personal comments and memories from those who love the Manning's Pit Fields...
|A poem from the 1940's by Brian Norman
We were especially thrilled to meet Brian himself at our Exhibition. He told us the battle took place in about 1946, when he was a boy.
The Battle of Manning's Pit
Here is the tale of Mannings Pit
One of blood and guts and grit
When, some years ago one August night
Two Pilton boys put up a fight.
video of John Norman reading his cousin's poem
|Tim Saunders wrote this poem after an
evening's Moth watching in Manning's Pit with John and
Ode to the
Setaceous Hebrew Character
|Annie Featherstone, Pilton
Resident, has written this poem.
A Designated Site of Scientific Interest... The Bradiford Valley
Have the developers gone completely crazy?
Will an ecological murder be written in the script
NO, we will save our beloved Manning's Pit!
Horseshoe bats , midges, and worms that glow,
Larvae, dragon flies and meadow blues,
Bumbles bees, tawny owls , marbled whites,
Are they really to be buried in a concrete site?
Song birds will mourn, their demise, and their passing,
The destruction of habitats, from their generations lasting,
Swallows not feeding, nesting, and breeding,
From far away lands, lost on their returning.
Read the full poem
A.M, a local resident sent us this... she isn't the only one to voice such feelings following a loss.
When my dad died I don't know what I would have done without this walk.
I cried and talked to him out loud where no one could here me .
Twenty years we have had the pleasure of this beautiful place
and I feel so sad for our loss.
|Anne Beer, local artist, has written this
To study the tiniest ladybird on a twig and then in one glance to be able to span the vast horizon and see Hartland, and then look over the dunes and estuary, what magic!
Then the joy of letting the dog sniff out a new adventure, a paradise of smells and a mudfull of muck! Meeting up with others or sometimes preferring to be “solo”, lost in though around the familiar yet ever changing beaten track of hundreds of visits.
Memories. The Acorn coffee I made, elderflower cordial, comfrey ointment, blackberry rose hip and sloe jelly, Alexander seeds ground up to make pepper, and the mushrooms.
What next? Concrete sitting on top of our dreams and memories? I hope not, but I thank God for what we have enjoyed and pray for a miracle.
Anne (formerly Lovelock) Beer.
Dan Reynolds, former resident of Pilton
Pilton Resident, and her children Megan and Oli
A rainbow over Manning's Pit - photo taken by Bev Snowden on a recent morning walk
Bev and her children write how they feel about Manning's Pit
"I would like to save Manning's Pit because it is exceptionally beautiful and special. We don't have any other green spaces that we can access easily in Pilton. People come from all over to enjoy it's peace and tranquility. Each time I walk there I see at least three or four other people. That's hundred of people a month who take pleasure in walking around and enjoying its fields, streams, trees and birds. Psychosocially this is so important to the people of Barnstaple and North Devon."
'Because Mannings Pit is a beautiful
place where we can be free and have fun.'
Megan Snowden age 12
Pilton Resident and son of environmental Scientist James Lovelcok
Pilton Resident and John's sister
Christine's reasons for caring about Manning's Pit:
"A town is more than houses, it needs green spaces where people can walk and refresh their spirits. We need housing, but the most beautiful parts of our countryside and towns need to be protected, too. This is the most accessible countryside to the North and West of Barnstaple, the one place where you can walk away from traffic noise and enjoy peace and tranquility. These fields are part of our heritage, as important to us as Hampstead Heath and Primrose Hill are to Londoners. If the government relaxed planning laws in London so that those places could be built upon, what an outcry there would be!"
|Ray Bunting, Bradiford resident
Two sets of lyrics to use as chants when we March
What will we get if its
Zsuzsa Reynolds, Pilton resident