Disclaimer
'We' or 'Us' or 'OBCG' means the Oliver's Battery
Countryside Group. Please don't moan about apostrophes - even the road signs
can't make up their minds. Lynn Truss? Never heard of him. The name in
our constitution has an apostrophe, so we're
sticking to it.
'You' means you - we really can't help you with that one.
'Conservation Area' means the small nature reserve at the back of
Oliver's Battery Recreation Ground. Don't ask us why it's called
the Conservation Area - there's not a listed building or a Tree Preservation
Order in sight. Just a lot of plants. And a lot of rabbits. The odd bird. Slow
worms. Butterflies. Moths. Typical brownfield site really.
The Conservation Area is private land with no rights of way, though you are welcome
to visit it provided no harm is done. OBCG working parties on the Conservation Area
are covered by insurance. Private individuals entering the site do so at their own
risk. Please note that there are rabbit holes all over the site that could cause
the unwary a twisted ankle or worse, so you are safest sticking to the path. Have
you ever tried to sue a rabbit?
But seriously, please consult our Risk Assessment.
Makes your hair stand on end.
Take only photographs, leave only footprints. Actually please help yourself to
armsful of thistles, they make great compost. How about some nettle soup? And the
people in the next field could use some help in shifting their dung hill.
Please do not feed the neighbouring ponies. It's boring enough standing around in a
field all day without having some idiot shove a pork pie up your nose.
Serving Suggestion. Photographs on this website are provided on an 'as is'
basis and do not constitute a binding contract between the party of the first part and
the party of the second part to supply a conservation area in keeping with the
content of the said photographs. Hey, who said you could have parties there anyway?
Danger of ants. Sneaky little blighters. Danger of bees. Well leave them alone then.
Danger of wasps. Apparently a wasp can detect a ham sandwich at a range of a mile -
do you feel lucky? Danger of the Hampshire Puma. Thought I saw it once, but it
turned out to be a black bin-liner caught on some barbed wire - gave me the willies
though. Danger of poppies. Rumours of Taliban influence are strongly denied. Danger
of nettles. Danger of thistles. Danger of brambles. Well wear GLOVES for goodness
sake. Picking blackberries may cause PFS*. Danger of earwigs. Eeuuuw, GROSS.
Danger of foxes. Broad daylight too, I blame the parents. Rolling in the hay is
subject to the Law of Unintended Consequences. Danger of butterflies. If you chase
them you will find the rabbit holes. Danger of rabbits (ditto). Ask Alice.
* Purple Finger Syndrome.
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