Wilwell is a favourite amongst many of it`s visitors and in some cases there are permanent reminders.

REG MANN

This certificate records the installation of a rustic seat beside the former railway track at Wilwell Farm Cutting Nature Reserve. The seat is dedicated to the memory of Mr Reg Mann who died on 25th August 1992. Reg, who was a member of the Trust for many years, contributed to the botanical records for Wilwell and he always greatly enjoyed his many visits to the Reserve. The Trust acknowledges with gratitude the legacy of his personal natural history books and slides which will be available for use by staff and members at Trust Headquarters.

MRS LESLEY DUTTON

This certificate commemorates the planting of a memorial tree.

An Oak Tree was planted on 20th March 1992 in Wilwell Farm Cutting Nature Reserve at the request of Mr Terry Dutton & Family in memory of Mrs Lesley Dutton, whose ashes were scattered adjacent to the tree. The Trust acknowledges this donation with gratitude and hopes that the tree will provide pleasure for all visitors to the Nature Reserve for many years.

ALAN YELLAND

Alan was a stalwart and enthusiastic member of the Wilwell Cutting Work Party since October 1997, occasionaly leading parties in my absence and also helping at Open Days. Sadly Alan had been unable to get to the work party for several months and lost his battle with cancer in November 2003. The Work Party toasted him and then got on with the job in hand.

CONNIE FORD

Connie was a frequent visitor to Wilwell and counted it as one of her favourite places. This poem was written by her friend Pamela Armstrong after they had visited Wilwell in 1990. Connie died a few years ago and Pamela has asked for the poem to be dedicated to her friend.

Wilwell Farm Cutting (Nature Reserve)

Silver birches shadow and oversee hundreds of their seedlings.

A single Southern Marsh orchid is rare but less enchanting.

Too light to crush the flora, the ghost of a train passes.

On paths encroached with mosses, hawthorn has dropped pale petals.

Bird song is a challenge; butterflies make pages flutter.

Two women with single tickets walk one behind the other,

Use an hour as a relief, have caught the quiet in time.

Each wild flower is discussed, small substitutes for deep matters.

All flowers identified are magnified with import.

The women tread carefully, know well what they are doing.

(Pamela Armstrong 1990)