Canals may not have been built with wildlife in mind, but for many species they’ve certainly come to call them home. And that’s why I’m here. I’ve rigged my camera to my canoe so I can try and film as many species as I can.
I’m on the Pocklington Canal in East Yorkshire. Built in the 1800s, it was once a place bustling with boats carrying cargo. However, after years of disrepair, the canal officially closed in 1934. Since then, various groups, such as the Canal & River Trust, have been working to restore and repair different sections — making it a better place for people, but also for wildlife. Many sections have now been designated as a SSSI, a Site of Special Scientific Interest.
The canal is most noted for its presence of odonata — dragonflies and damselflies. Many different species have been recorded here, including some rarities like the willow emerald, which has only recently found its home here in the UK.
There’s one animal I’d really love to see. I’ve been told that there are kingfishers here, so I’m keeping everything crossed that I come across one.
There are loads of fish in the water. I’m not great with fish at all, but I might drop my GoPro in and see if we can get a good ID.
I’ve always loved being by the water. Growing up behind the house, there was a small brook and, though I mostly saw shopping trolleys, I’d also see grey wagtails and occasionally a kingfisher. Me and my friend would wade into the water looking for small fish like sticklebacks and eels. It’s just a very peaceful place to be.
I’ve not done something like this in a long time, and I’m really enjoying just being mindful — being patient and listening to the sound of the wind in the reeds, the birds calling, and the water on my paddle. It’s just lush.
Look at the whirligig beetles. Look at them go. I want to go to a whirligig rave — it looks like a lot of fun. I wonder what sort of music a whirligig would listen to. Perhaps a bit of drum and bass, electro. I want to go to that gig.
It does smell very ottery here. I’m going to have a look under the bridge to see if I can spot any spraint. Surely… yes. Yeah, there’s loads of it. It’s not fresh, but you can see it’s full of bones and scales. Oh — and the wind is taking me. So away I go.
I’d love to have the time just to sit and wait for an otter to turn up, but sadly I’ve got to get back before it gets too dark.
I’ve just heard a kingfisher calling up ahead. I’m going to be very, very slow and try to get closer. Oh — there it is. Yes.
Pocklington has seen huge changes in its 200-year history, but I’m glad to have seen it as it is now — a wild refuge. In just one day, I’ve seen a great diversity of species, showing just how important waterways like this are to wildlife.