Tuesday 6th April 2021, 12.50pm (day 3,512)

Time for a forage….. No, I’m not telling you exactly where this stash is. Somewhere in Hebden Bridge. I will say no more.
Time for a forage….. No, I’m not telling you exactly where this stash is. Somewhere in Hebden Bridge. I will say no more.
Day 10 of house arrest. Amongst the various ways in which this virus is causing trauma to the human world is the added strain it is putting on our communications infrastructure. WordPress seems to presently allow me to upload photos at around noon each day, but at no other times. And lower-resolution pictures are the only ones getting up there. Right now, it’s the way it is.
But at least there is no need to go out panic buying salad leaves at the moment. I have found the wild garlic motherlode a few hundred yards from home. All edible and delicious.
Wild garlic — the spring version of free food. (Blackberries are the autumn bounty.)
The wild garlic is out, and I foraged a considerable amount this afternoon to turn into dinner and some preserves.
I’ve totally discovered this plant (also known as ramsons) this year, thanks to Joe, as it happens. I sort of always knew it was there but he was shown it on a school trip and the fact that you can just pick it up and eat the leaves from the ground – and they taste delicious – appealed to him; and to me, too. And it’s lovely in salads. Or the stems gently fried. And free. And it grows everywhere.
Just imagine if you could actually subsist on this stuff. They’d find someway to privatise it, for sure. I always think the same about blackberries, another lovely free food.