Whenever I see this (look left), it reminds me of singing ‘All Things Bright and Beautiful’ in primary school assembly; remember the line that went, ‘The purple headed mountain, the river running by …’.  Well, that mountain’s head was purple because it wore a wig of heather, or ling. 

This particular hillside of heather was at the Devil’s Punchbowl, near Hindhead, in Surrey.  The later pictures were taken in Headley Heath, Surrey.

Heather is a shrub, a woody plant.  When you look closely at its stems and branches it does resemble a little tree, perhaps bonsai leylandii.  This makes it a tough but flexible little plant and I remember as a kid I would throw myself into a patch to take a rest on walks up Welsh mountains.  It makes a comfortable mattress, as long as you’re wearing a coat with a hood, and springs back into shape as soon as you get up.  In fact, I’ve just read that along with its uses in basketry, thatching, brooms and as a fuel, it was also used as bedding!  This shrub is so tough that even setting fire to it is fruitless as new shoots appear within a couple of years.

The spikes of bell shaped purple or pink flowers which are out at the moment were used instead of hops to flavour beer and if you dry out 40 g and simmer them in 1.5 pints of water, you get a heather tea 3 cupfuls of which per day will disinfect your urinary tract and kidneys.  In Roger Phillip’s ‘Herbs’ book, it is suggested adding a load to your bath to relieve arthritis.

On Headley Heath, plants book in hand, I learned that calluna vulgaris is not the only ‘heather’.  Look closely at this blurry picture, there is another heather growing with a different look: Bell Heather (erica cinerea)It’s not even from the same genus.  It’s thin leaves are in whorls up the stem and its flowers are larger and more bladder-like.  Here is a close-up:

I also saw Cross-leaved Heath Heather (or Bog Heather) which looks a lot like Bell Heather but with less fine leaves at a steeper angle.  I don’t know if these other two species have the same properties as Ling but it’s nice to see all three getting along well together on a heath.


Common Mallow is a little wild medicine cabinet, albeit a poor man’s version of Marshmallow which has the same properties with higher potency.  The uses seem to all stem from the anti-inflammatory properties of the mucilage which is in high concentration.  This mucilage forms a thin film over mucous membranes (it acts as a ‘demulcent’) and relieves the swelling and inflammation.  So,

If you have toothache, chew the flowers. 

If you have a wound, apply a poultice of the leaves and flowers. 

Cough and cold?  Drink an infusion of the same. 

Bee or wasp sting?  Crush the flowers in olive oil and apply.

It gets better;  if you have kidney stones (gravel) or strangury (check this one for yourself) prepare a strong decoction by boiling up the leaves and flowers and …  

…inject(!)  The author takes no responsibility for the consequences of any natural remedy given here – he is merely passing on what he reads.  Maybe ‘injection’ is Mrs M. Grieve’s old English for ‘drink’ as that’s what you do with Marshmallow for the same disease.  Or, maybe you just need a pokier method of bodily introduction to get the most from Marshmallow’s poorer cousin.  Either way it won’t be my first thought if ever my kidneys seize up.

Finally, if you’re hungry, eat the leaves raw or boil them up.  The high amounts of mucilage make the plant a good thickener of sauces.

This bright young plant was growing on the grass verge along the road at work in Surrey.  Notice the notched purple/pink flowers with deep purple veins and the 5-lobed leaves.  It can grow to 3 or 4 feet, which is why I called this one ‘young’.

It’s getting late now, but if you want this cure-all medicine for yourself all year around, you have to collect it before it’s in full flower and dry it out thoroughly in the shade before storing in a jar.

Pretty, dainty Tufted Vetch started flowering a couple of weeks ago in Surrey.  This is the only vetch I can positively identify because its flowers form long purple rows on one side of the stem, almost like over-populated miniature bluebells.

Tufted Vetch is of the pea family so when these flowers become seeds they will be held inside green, then black (when they’re ripe), seed pods.  Irving describes Common Vetch but notes that the peas of other vetches are small but good to eat too.  The ‘Plants for a Future’ database lists the tiny seeds as edible after boiling or roasting and also states that the leaves are a tea substitute.

My usual confusion about vetches comes from the leaves, which look the same for many of the other species – having opposing leaflets like a ladder along the stem.

Several species, including this one, are too weak to stand tall under their own strength and so use branched tendrils at the end of their leaves to twist and grip onto other plants and drag themselves into the sunlight – sometimes up to 2 metres in height.  This one is growing amongst the Ox-eye Daisies I wrote about some time ago (which are now looking a little worse for wear). 

It’s not a lazy plant though, not by a long shot.  Plants of the pea family are leguminous, that is they grow nodules on their roots which house symbiotic bacteria which can fix nitrogen from the air into the soil.  They thus provide the nitrate ‘fertilizer’ that other plants need to grow… …so they can be forgiven for using them for a little support here and there.  We humans can fix nitrogen too, industrially using the Haber Process.  It takes about 500 °C and 200 atmospheres of pressure to make ammonia from hydrogen and air which can then be oxidized to nitrates for artificial fertilizer.  I bet those Tufted Vetch root nodules aren’t at 500 °C.

I have seen this geranium growing and flowering all over Surrey in the last few weeks.  I knew it was a Cranesbill or, in posh terms, a geranium but hadn’t until now mustered the courage to give it a specific name.  This one is growing from the paving stone crack outside the swimming-pool at work and intrigues me over its identity every time I pass it.

I have chosen, from Wild Flowers of Britain, Hedgerow Cranesbill, also known as Mountain Cranesbill (God knows why, it doesn’t grow up mountains – more in hedgerows).  There are loads of Cranesbills in England which is why I wasn’t sure which one this was.  A quick Google of its tentative name though revealed almost identical pictures as mine; here and here, for example.  If it’s on the internet, it must be true.

I really like the plant’s bright green leaves, which are held like spinning plates on sticks.  If that isn’t showy enough, then its bright purple flowers will really draw your eye.  It’s looks will have to suffice for now because I can’t find any uses.  Miles says no geraniums are poisonous but he’s only eaten the roots of Cut-leaved Cranesbill (which has much more divided leaves) and he didn’t like them.  The latter has all kinds of medical uses too, but I’ll describe them when I describe the latter … one day.