For my Australian daughter, on her birthday, with love
Saltmarsh is not an ecosystem I’m familiar with, so I welcome the chance for a saltmarsh walk with a group in Bermagui, accompanied by a botanist (Jackie Miles) and the organiser, Bega Valley Council’s natural assets officer (Andrew Morrison).
Quite a large group, as it turns out, and a bit hard to get a handle on new plants, their characteristics and their names, as traffic whooshes past, members of the group chat, and I’m bombarded with new knowledge. I note down the names of books, and determine to fill in gaps with the help of Mr Google.
We explore an area bordered by the golf course and a road. It’s comforting to know that the head greenkeeper is ready to listen to knowledgeable volunteers and support the regeneration of this patch. We’re astonished to learn that it only took a year for saltbush communities to return to an area that had been a dumping ground for truckloads of prunings and other rubbish.
Saltmarsh is visually sparse and quite unexpectedly colourful. It’s bounded by casuarinas and two kinds of mangrove, and the low ground cover is a vivid pink, red and orange, against grey spears of tussocky sea rush (Juncus kraussii). I don’t manage to catch all the names: I have no hooks to hang them on and I often miss half the commentary because I’m busy looking or photographing.
We leave the group, me and my friend Kate, and go for coffee and catch-up by the marina, Gulaga looming as she always does in this neck of the woods; and then for a picnic by the river and more talk. Pelicans glide by, and we finally move on when chainsaws start up, aborting a plan to head further along the northern river bank.
Instead, we walk along a track that skirts an old airfield, the river and more saltmarsh. Here there are information panels for bird and plant life that name names and provide images, filling in the morning’s nomenclature gaps.
All NSW saltmarsh is listed as an endangered ecological community. This matters, because saltmarshes provide a nursery for young mullet, bream and flathead; food and a high-tide refuge for crabs and fish; and, at low tide, a habitat for bats, wallabies, kangaroos and shorebirds (including summer visitors from Alaska and eastern Russia and the Eastern Curlew which is on the critically endangered list),
The South River site has been under repair since 2014, when wetland specialists assessed the damage from vehicles and the waves created by speeding boats. In 2016 erosion control matting was laid down, and since then natural regeneration has taken place on old vehicle tracks.
We walk along the sandy edge of the river, past a flurry of crabs crawling over each other to escape these invaders of their quiet place of grey beauty. Mangroves send up their pneumatophores, and show both their surprising fruits and flowers.
The plants provide a chance to revise names, with the help of the information panel. Here they are again: Austral seablite (Suaeda australis) …
… beaded glasswort or samphire (Sarcocornia quinqueflora)
… a vulnerable species, Narrow leafed Wilsonia (Wilsonia backhousei )
… and native sea lavender (Limonium australe)
If you’d like to enjoy the walk with video commentary and more detail check out the Atlas of life feature
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I like the information boards identifying each plant. It makes a walk so much more interesting. Lovely scenery.
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The Bega Valley Council is particularly good at information boards, and it didn’t hurt that they were revision after being introduced by word of mouth!
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I love this walk through the saltmarsh, Meg. You make it so rich with all the wonderful names of the plants and your vivid description. It’s hard to enjoy and really focus in a group, at least I find. I would rather wander myself; hopefully signs will provide the names. It looks like a lovely way to spend a day.
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Another interesting post Meg. This is a system I am totally unfamiliar with. But as the Gold Coast was built on swamp (now I think called wet lands) I think there may be salt marsh around here
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I am familiar with salt marsh communities, though never paid much attention to them, I admit. I shall have to be more aware in future. There is one bordering the South Kincumber retreat centre which is classed as endangered, according to the council website. But it obviously hasn’t stopped speeding boats. People need education. Re samphire, I am sure that was what I photographed near or on the tessellated rock platform my Tasmanian family showed me. I knew that it was used as food, because of the salty flavour it imparts to other ingredients.
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I have pickled the salt marsh. I am on grandparent duty for the next two weeks. Are you free for coffee last week of July?
Peace on Earth, love meg
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Well, such diversity you have….and thanks to your eager camera work, I have got to see some of it
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You’re lucky I had the card in the camera. On Sunday I didn’t – and didn’t even register when it told me so. I was trying a video and I just thought it was some video thing. I was photographing through the viewfinder so didn’t notice the warning. Fortunately my daughter rang and asked for photos so I took some on the iPhone. That was the Dreaming Track, aptly named.
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I should be right inside my comfort zone with saltmarsh, Meg, because it proliferates in my part of the Algarve. It’s hard therefore to understand it as threatened, and to me it looks out of place in your setting. Of course, you have paid far more attention and unearthed facts and names, while I more often just look. The samphire is very familiar to me. When I get around to Algarve posts I shall have to give my saltmarshes some thought. Thank you for that. 🙂 🙂
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You posted saltmarsh photos just as I was booking in to this walk. I’ve always loved the kind of sparseness they demonstrate so beautifully. It’s threatened because of our obsession with coastal development, and it needs advocates, like the group in Bermagui that’s been instrumental in regeneration. Is samphire used as food there? It seems to be one of those foods people who drink out of jam jars eat. I guess saltmarsh looks out of place here because I’ve never showcased it as part of my suite of landscapes. There’s samphire near the creek just round the corner from my place, where I don’t often go because it’s squelchy.
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It is used as food but I can’t say I’ve seen it on menus locally. Not sure why. You pose me lots of questions I’ve never thought about. I shall have to investigate. 🙂 This trip the sea lavender was looking particularly lovely and I spent quite a while taking photos. 🙂 🙂
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Did I ID sea lavender properly? Although it was “australe” if I remember aright.
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Sorry to leave you so abruptly last night. My eyes were dropping. 🙂 Yes, correct ID, though it looks rather sorry for itself in that wizened state. It was in full flourish, festooned in lilac petals when I saw it last and I fell in love with it all over again. 🙂 I love that shot of yours through the tree with the water as background.
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With reference to the jam jar drinker, Jack has an absolute dislike of what he calls a ridiculous trend and refuses to go in a place if he spies one being used or if they have wooden crates for seats….
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Fascinating ecology – these marginal landscapes made up of tough survivors.
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The diversity you have is just staggering. If there’s anywhere on this planet that holds undiscovered cures, Australia must be the place.
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I had no idea how important saltmarsh was – or how threatened. An interesting idea about cures. Now I’m keen to do an audit of local ecosystems, if I can find a useful table of definitions. Rainforest, estuarine, dry sclerophyll, rock platforms, beach, rivers, lakes and saltmarsh to start with.
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I love jhow you do science, while all I think about is how pretty something is. I love all they succulenty things, but the photo of the water through the tree is best of all 🙂
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I’ve been living in the vicinity of J for 47 (WHAT????) years. His passion for naming things has rubbed off and become my passion too. But sometimes I love just seeing prettiness – a weekend of it last weekend. Say g’day to Lindy and pat Flora and George, and have a hug all for yourself.
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