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Sitting here at my desk watching the rain sheet the windows, a hot cup of tea to hand, it seems strange to think that this time last week we were strolling through herds of nervous sheep enjoying the last of the summer. The landscape basked in the gentle gold of the autumn sun and we found a late crop of blackberries, which we hurried to pick. It has been mostly too rainy to pick this season, and they are of no use when they are wet.
We quietly harvested large juicy berries in the company of several fat garden spiders, feasting on blackberry marinaded flies...
...and a young roe buck, grazing downwind and almost oblivious to our quiet foraging.
At last he realised he was not alone, and sloped off quietly into the undergrowth. We picked a crumbles-worth of berries and returned to the main track, where Andy motioned silently to me, pointing to a spot before him, almost within touching distance...who could this be, hiding not-very-successfully behind the drystone wall?
After a few seconds, he realised he'd been rumbled.
Further along the fields, late elderberries were just beginning to fade, and we picked enough to fill a bag (I am turning into my mother; she never went on a walk without half a dozen bags of varying types and usually a shovel too, in case we came across a decent dollop of horse manure).
Andy proving to be the human equivalent of a picking machine; I am attempting yet again to make wine, this time I hope it might be even be drinkable as well as alcoholic. Descending into scrubby woodland, we found a bumper crop of shaggy parasol mushrooms, and picked enough for tea - cutting them with a pen knife, so's not to damage the roots. And taking no more than we needed.
My usual note of caution - we only ever pick what we are sure of. If there is any doubt, we will not eat them. Even if it is a familiar type we have eaten safely before, we double check with our books. I have a variety of identification books, even one I've had since I was eight. But (in reply to Sea Angels enquiry) the best one so far has been 'Mushrooms' by Roger Phillips, which is jampacked with hundreds of species, displaying numerous variations and excellent descriptions to help you sort out your Russulas from your Lactarius. In all my years of amateur fungi spotting, this is by far the best guide I have seen.
Another - inedible - treasure found. Some kind of fossil. Sea urchin, sea anaeome, jelly fish - we don't know. But there are clearly veins running through it, and what looks to be a patterned shell. Fantastic to think that these lush fields were once great oceans, heaving with sea life. (I think...my geology is a bit foggy on these things...)
Onwards, through more startled sheep...
...and up the hill...the shadows lengthening in the deepening gold.
We biked homewards, satisfied with a good day's tramping and hedgerow harvesting. The day could not not possibly get any better - could it?
Oh yes, it could. We stopped the bike just in time to see some fat hot air ballons ascending into the evening sky, with ominous rainclouds blowing in from the West Country...(music courtesy of Mr Camille Saint-Saens)
Feeling replete with memory, our return home was topped off by a foraged supper, courtesy of a roadkill pigeon, as seen in the post below. So farewell to what we had of summer...
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Gretel, what a wonderful excursion and feast to the eye! Amazing, those fossil finds, hard to believe you found them in the grass. Autumn air has taken ahold here too, summer but a sweet memory, but oh what comfort the golden October light!
Hello there, looks like you escaped the rain and how lucky to still have elderberries they all seem to have gone here. Had to smile at your ginger cats as a ginger tom has recently adopted us. In fact we seem to be getting more like you everyday, there is a road kill pheasant in the oven right now!
What a lovely day you had, so different from today's rain & squalls. That is definitely a fossilised sea-urchin - my mother was an avid fossil hunter and we were brought up learning to identify what we found as we pottered round the beaches & quarries of the I.O.W. Lucky find for you!
May I suggest the addition of an umberella to your forgaging kit. I am 'vertically challanged myself & find the by hooking the hook over the higher branches you can double your yield. My parents used to do it with damsons :-)
What gorgeous countryside! Blackberries grow in the US, but they are never as sweet. That’s so funny about the buck. I do miss the English countryside (if not the rain.) Your photos are a lovely reminder.
I love your foraged dinners (and that the cats get to participate). They somehow taste better than almost any other kind.
What a lovely photographic ramble. I'm feeling the need for a Cotswold autumnal wallpaper coming on...:-) Are your trees turning at all yet? We had to take an outing this afternoon in the pouring rain and I was surprised at how colorful the leaves were despite the grey day.
Just beautiful Gretel... what lovely pics and balloons (you must've been chuffed to find them - tho they'd be even better without the advertising on them eh?) and delightful to hear of your successful foragings and roadkill eateries. I have Roger Phillips' books too - mosses, ferns and wildflowers as well as mushrooms... they are excellent aren't they :) We'll be doing more of this wild eating I should think when we are on the move... tho perhaps no pigeons... I think it's great to eat the poor runovers but we might rather be on the look out for roadkill tofu... ever seen any? :) Hugs for autumn xx
What a super photo essay. I was in England for some of those glorious late summer days. My mother used to take the dogs for a walk in the woods in Essex and pick up sticks for kindling. she said children must think she was an old witch!
The blackberries on the south Devon coast are pathetic! Small, rip apart when you pull them off and the branches have over ripe berries mixed with ones that are still green--odd! So I'm very envious that you managed to "pick a crumbles worth"!
Like your new blog banner and especially like the pics of roe buck beyond wall. Been down a couple of hilly lanes on my old bike having been inspired by you. Watch out - crazy old moll on cranky bike going wheeeee...
Oh, Gretel, thank you very much for all these posts. We miss the countryside so much and watching your images it's like being there with you! You and Andy are very lucky!
Here in the Cotswolds we are spoilt for country walks. There are rambles we have tried and scorned, which are really perfectly pleasant - just not quite up to the golden standard we have come to expect from our patch of the world. Once in a while we find one which pings all the right bells. We will return, we say. And we do. This week we made a new discovery, only a quarter of an hour ride from home - and we had it mostly to ourselves. (Except for a couple of other walkers coming the other way, one of whom was wearing all the correct trekking gear for a winter hike in the Northern Fells, complete with walking sticks. He did seem to be taking the gentle, grassy footpaths a little too seriously).
The meandering Windrush was in full spate and almost bursting its banks; water was already lapping over the shallow banks and roaring through the floodgates. But it looked peaceful enough from a distance.
Negotiating soggy, marshy fields and climbing up to higer, dry land, heading to the most gorgeous farm in splendid isolation and a vivid, but strangely attractive green barn...
...ahead of us, the original farmhouse and outbuildings, the old stonework in excellent condition, though it appeared to be boarded up.
Through the farm track and past yet more silent, deserted stone treasures. In a crumbling porch, ferns sprouted opposite a dark, guano spattered nest entrance, the sad decay benefiting the resident Barn Owl.
A well cushioned tree enjoying spacious views across the estate -
- and back onto farmland, observing that the field ahead was incongruously orange for this part of the county; such rich ochres are normally to be found over on the Banbury side of Oxfordshire. The stonework of cottages also gradually metamorphasises from blonde to brunette, our country dwellings having been built from the very landscape in which they nestle. (Remember this field, it will reappear in a few seconds).
By now we were heading for the beautiful Sherbourne Estate, startling a distant herd of deer, who soon settled back to grazing when they realised we were safely on the far side of the field.
It was a fresh, spring-like day, and although wildlife was still hesitant in emerging, the birds were busying about, filling the air with happy carols. This manmade estate has been allowed to revert to its original state of flooding through managed drains and ditches. Wonderful for flora and fauna. But a little - muddy - in places. I took the opportunity, while stuck in a boggy patch, to shoot a little verbal tutorial on the history of the flood fields. This is really for my lovely blog- friend Lisa Oceandreamer, who was brave enough to put herself on the interweb, and who has requested a voice sample. (Apologies for my mongrel accent, picked up from everywhere).
And apologies for the sniffs - fresh air does that to me. Time to be heading heading home, via the other side, noticing - (are you paying attention at the back?) the orange field...
...the flood plain (right at the back, just visible on the righthand side) where we had our interesting little lecture...
...and the farm, modestly snuggled into the earth but given away by its sturdy green barn. (Nearly there, only a little further).
Time for one last draught of serentity...
We are somewhat sore with Winter unfitness. But the sap is rising and there will be out and aboutings in and around our lovely Cotswolds. I will spare you the lecture next time.
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I was asked to fill out a Predictions Survey by the Pew folks. In it, they describe the modern-day status quo of technology and ask for predictions on where these technologies are going and how society uses them. At the end, they ask if anyone has friends or colleagues whose input might be useful. My input was along the lines of “I don’t even agree with your status quo statements” so I figure it might be useful for them to get other opinions. The link to the survey is http://www.psra.com/experts and you have to use the pin 9000 to log in to it.
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It’s been a busy week this week. I had eight people come to computer drop-in time on Tuesday which was a tech frenzy of PayPal and email and inserting graphics and Yahoo mail address books. I’ve had a few of these links hanging around for a while waiting to find time to write proper posts, but I figured I’ll drop them in here. I see a lot of blogging as playing hot potato with a bunch of web content. You find it, you pass it on, the next person passes it on. The more content you shift, the easier it is to quickly ascertain which things you need to save for longer perusal and which need to just get passed on for the next person. I’ve read and absorbed these and thought you might like them.
One of the most favorited posts from MetaFilter this week is the Things Found In Books post
T. Scott is one of the many folks who have been reflecting on the idea that younger librarians have some time period of “dues paying” they must go through before getting their ideas heard and possibly implemented. This was the main thing that kept me from seriously considering running for Council again. Good long post and some great comments as well.
Love the Hollywood clip!! Blogging as hot potato, that’s a great analogy!
And I think ILA is very smart. I was at a “Online Safety Forum” paid for by (of all folks) Verizon last week.
Eleni said, on 5/12/2007 5:22:00 PM
Thank you so much for posting T. Scott’s article on “paying dues”… The library world needs more positive mentors for us newbies… I’ve passed it on to my peers as well
Gretel,
what a wonderful excursion and feast to the eye! Amazing, those fossil finds, hard to believe you found them in the grass.
Autumn air has taken ahold here too, summer but a sweet memory, but oh what comfort the golden October light!
Just lovely light there; you have a great eye for details. What inspiration will you find in that fossil, I wonder . . .
Hello there, looks like you escaped the rain and how lucky to still have elderberries they all seem to have gone here.
Had to smile at your ginger cats as a ginger tom has recently adopted us. In fact we seem to be getting more like you everyday, there is a road kill pheasant in the oven right now!
What a lovely day you had, so different from today's rain & squalls. That is definitely a fossilised sea-urchin - my mother was an avid fossil hunter and we were brought up learning to identify what we found as we pottered round the beaches & quarries of the I.O.W. Lucky find for you!
What lovely photos - you have really captured autumn:)
Down here it has mostly been raining with wind!
Fall seems to have come overnight. From warm, sunny days, we jumped to cooler temps and poof! reddened leaves.
Again, I so thank you for taking me out doors to a place so far from mine.
Your dinner must have been scrumptious ... well done on the gathering and imagination.
I do agree with an earlier comment that all this surely does feed your eyes as well.
xo
Thank you for sharing the absolutely beautiful country you live in..
I haven't seen such fat blackberries since we left Vancouver Island years ago.
May I suggest the addition of an umberella to your forgaging kit. I am 'vertically challanged myself & find the by hooking the hook over the higher branches you can double your yield. My parents used to do it with damsons :-)
Gorgeous pictures, Gretel! I love it when you share these things with us.
Hi Gretel-- I love those landscape pictures, and the quality of light. (Oh, and the spider, too!) ;-)
Thanks for the walk..I really needed it and it was great fun.
Nice to see Andy too.
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What gorgeous countryside! Blackberries grow in the US, but they are never as sweet. That’s so funny about the buck. I do miss the English countryside (if not the rain.) Your photos are a lovely reminder.
My soul. You do live in fairyland, don't you? And, aren't tall men the best? They can always pick the berries up high!
I miss the cotswolds, grew up always wanting to leave, now I've left I want to go back lol!
I love your foraged dinners (and that the cats get to participate). They somehow taste better than almost any other kind.
What a lovely photographic ramble. I'm feeling the need for a Cotswold autumnal wallpaper coming on...:-) Are your trees turning at all yet? We had to take an outing this afternoon in the pouring rain and I was surprised at how colorful the leaves were despite the grey day.
Just beautiful Gretel... what lovely pics and balloons (you must've been chuffed to find them - tho they'd be even better without the advertising on them eh?) and delightful to hear of your successful foragings and roadkill eateries. I have Roger Phillips' books too - mosses, ferns and wildflowers as well as mushrooms... they are excellent aren't they :)
We'll be doing more of this wild eating I should think when we are on the move... tho perhaps no pigeons... I think it's great to eat the poor runovers but we might rather be on the look out for roadkill tofu... ever seen any? :)
Hugs for autumn xx
What a super photo essay.
I was in England for some of those glorious late summer days.
My mother used to take the dogs for a walk in the woods in Essex and pick up sticks for kindling.
she said children must think she was an old witch!
The blackberries on the south Devon coast are pathetic! Small, rip apart when you pull them off and the branches have over ripe berries mixed with ones that are still green--odd! So I'm very envious that you managed to "pick a crumbles worth"!
Lovely photos!
OHHH!!! Sigh!! That was a lovely post. The video was perfect with that music. You are clever.
The scenic vistas of your countryside are breathtaking! What a lovely "walk & ride" you had. The mention of the blackberries has my mouth watering.
It looks so lovely with you Gretel - thanks for sharing a slice of your life ;-)
Gorgeous countryside, very Samuel Palmer.
We have had hot air balloons very low over our garden, all the neighborhood dogs have been terrified, I think it is the sound of the gas burners!
Like your new blog banner and especially like the pics of roe buck beyond wall. Been down a couple of hilly lanes on my old bike having been inspired by you. Watch out - crazy old moll on cranky bike going wheeeee...
Finding your blog was like finding a treasure. I thoroughly enjoyed walking with you and learning about your environment.
Oh, Gretel, thank you very much for all these posts. We miss the countryside so much and watching your images it's like being there with you! You and Andy are very lucky!
I absolutely adore the pic of the deer hiding behind the wall, with just his antlers and an eye showing - gorgeous!
And the view down the valley with the low sun casting long shadows - beautiful!