Nowadays, most people seem to have lost the art of foraging. Emily, the kids and I went for a walk through the woods yesterday, along a path lined by brambles. The path is a popular haunt for walkers, so I was amazed to find the blackberry bushes were still full of ripe fruit. Free food! Being ignored! It’s crazy…
The family collected a good haul of the delicious morsels. I made a rather nice blackberry crumble that evening. Thank you to everyone else for ignoring them!
Contrast this with Brittany, where we recently went for a break. Every beach was full of French families ‘foot fishing’ – carrying little picks, trowels and baskets, looking for mussels, cockles and other fruits de mer.
Maybe as the UK sinks further in recession, the art of foraging will see a revival?
The woodland path and the bridge where kids obviously hang out at night.
2 comments:
Such a national revival must be led by the great man himself - Ray Mears.
I'm kind of hoping not, given that I've just discovered a lovely, laden walnut tree slap bang in the centre of London, which no-one else seems interested in...
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