I’d been meaning to revisit Langley Park Farm for years. It’s the local patch written about by Don Taylor in his 1985 book Birdwatching in Kent, and in the 70s and early 80s it hosted a cavalcade of remarkable birds: wintering Great Grey Shrikes, breeding Long-eared Owls, Lesser-spotted Woodpeckers, Willow Tits and even Marsh Warblers, plus the occasional proper rarity, including a Woodchat Shrike.
Fired up by these accounts, I started visiting in the late 80s through to the mid-90s, as the site lies not far NW of Sutton Valence, and lay conveniently close to my bus route to school. By then, it bore little resemblance to the legendary patch of Birdwatching in Kent - Don Taylor and patch-watching partner Bob Bland had moved on to Boughton Monchelsea, with Taylor dubbing the Langley site as having begun to look like a prairie farm, stripped of many of its orchards and hop gardens. But still, the lake remained, and it had some good birds; Tree Sparrows, Long-eared Owls, migrant passerines, the occasional unusual wader, raptor or duck. I saw my first Willow Tit there, and (if memory serves) my first Water Rail too.
So returning on a misty morning in early April this year, I wasn’t sure what to expect. The walk down from the main road at Birchalls certainly didn’t bode well – a few Skylarks yes, but also a new industrial-strength metal barn or two, with attendant static caravans, some overflowing sewage and, sadly, the same wooded hollow still being used for fly-tipping.
But then: a Willow Warbler singing, and a Cuckoo – both my first of the year. And dropping down beside the stream, the easternmost of the ponds looked better than I had remembered, with the alders bordering it looking much more mature and the surrounding blackthorn scrub in flower and appearing thicker than ever. With Chiffchaff and Blackcap singing, I started to get my hopes up that the management of the whole valley area had changed for the better.
Unfortunately, what followed was pretty depressing. There was a group of teenage hikers camped down by the next pond, and several tents housing anglers too – so much for a morning’s solitary exploration. But more importantly, the main lake looked in a sorry state. Many of the trees on the footpath side had been grubbed, and new lagoons scraped out – perhaps providing future hunting for the Little Egrets that probably visit regularly now, but perhaps more squarely aimed at the human fishing fraternity. There was litter all over the place. And the once-extensive reed beds, already depleted in the late 80s, seemed to have been further reduced to a few small fringes (one of which at least hosted a chuntering Reed Warbler).
There were a few other birds – a couple of pairs of Tufted Ducks, some Mallard (including one female with about a dozen ducklings in tow) and three Great Spotted Woodpeckers chasing each other around. But no swans, just two geese (one Canada and one big Greylag-type, feeding together in the pasture) and nothing out of the ordinary.
Further down, along the stream, things looked up a little. The lower reaches of the stream itslef, approaching the road that runs from Chart Sutton into the back of Park Wood, were harder toget close to than they used to be, due to scrub having grown up. But to the north, running up the slope, a fairly extensive stretch of rough grassland has become established, one that looks wilder than I remember – and around the general area, a Yellowhammer singing and a couple of Linnets. Alas, no Willow Tits along the stream (I wonder when they were last recorded here?), just Great Tits and more Chiffchaffs. But at least this is somewhere you can imagine see hunting owls, raptors and the migrant Whinchats that used to vertiably pour through the farm in Don Taylor’s time.
Having seen enough, I didn’t linger long when retracing my steps. A few Stock Doves feeding on the big field behind Langley Church was the last notable sighting, before I headed off to Kingswood.
Kingswood

Wood anemone
The block of woodland running between Langley Heath in the west and Kingswood village in the east is a funny old place. Its habitats are quite varied, with stretches of larch, thick dark conifers and chestnut coppice. And like Langley Park Farm, in the past it’s hosted some good stuff – breeding
Nightjars and
Tree Pipits, roosts of
Long-eared Owls and so on. In the summer of 1996, I stumbled across what just might have been the largest group of
Common Crossbills ever seen in Kent; a loose congregation of well over a hundred birds (perhaps more like 200) which stayed for weeks and entertained a lot of visiting birders (most of whom were hoping that one would turn out to be a
Two-barred, I think).
But the coppice in much of the western section has been maturing for many years now, and the birds requiring the more open areas seem to have moved on. A swift walk through the trees between Pitt Road and Gravelly Bottom Road (brilliant name, that), and the area to the north, towards Leeds and Broomfield, revealed plenty of birds, but little of great note – a Lesser Redpoll buzzing away overhead was the best, with two Willow Warblers, a few Chiffchaffs, plenty of Coal Tits, Goldcrests, Jays, Nuthatches and both common woodpeckers in support. On the open farmland on the northern edge, I saw my first Swallow of the spring, plus moreLinnets.
And, as was often the case walking one of the footpaths years ago, I was roundly terrorised by a large territorial dog, which took no heed of its owner. Thankfully it was on the other side of a fence, but I’ve had more relaxing walks – and I wonder how many local people (and visiting birders) are put off walking here by this kind of experience, in an area that might otherwise be worth a little repeat interest.