From late July a magical transformation is taking place in the wild Highland woods.
Matured ground flora foliage bow in commemoration of their bright flowers long gone Bracken fronds reach for new heights. The tree canopy has increased in density, a dancing swathe of green perforated with bright white of overcast sky.
The understorey is damp; springy on high ground, boggy on low. Sheltered. Shrouded in a sense of secrecy, with gentle whispers from leaves above.
After talking and reading about all things Elder-related at the herb study group last week, I haven’t been able to pass by these beautiful trees without my mouth watering. Being limited for time today, I decided my wild day activity would involve collecting some flowers during a journey along the cycle path and making fritters for my dinner – bonus because I have little food in my cupboards at present!
Although short on time, stopping part way along a cycle route I usually travel...
I’ve had such an exciting evening attending a foraging walk. I never knew how many of the plants out there are edible, and to find such a variety and abundance in an urban area was amazing. Obviously with the population of dogs, one thing to watch is the location when foraging. We tended to browse from slopes!
I decided to take home a bunch of this (below), known as cleavers, goosegrass or sticky willy (which conjures fond childhood memories of trying to stick the stuff to the ba...