At the weekend, we were walking by
the River Ver, hoping to spot the turquoise gleam of a kingfisher.
As always, we carried with us a couple
of old plastic bread bags and some rubber gloves, in case we want to pick
nettles. We had collected a little hedge
mustard and were considering the young hawthorn leaves (in the past called ‘bread
and cheese’ because they are edible and do not need to be cooked).
Just then I was surprised by a
sudden sound of rushing water and noticed a manhole cover in the grass.
“I suppose that must be a drain
under there. Yes. Look. I can see bits of toilet paper from
when it flooded over winter.”
“Step right away from the drain,” said
Nigel, “I know toilet paper’s in shortage, but you can take foraging just too
far.”
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