Hedgerow Booze

The finished articles

And as a reward for my dedicated foragers... a little boat trip.

Wild Swimming, or swimming as I like to call it

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DAY THREE: Seven-mile river swim

On a hot day in August I set out to swim down a stretch of the Ouse.  We began our journey at the same spot where I slacklined across the river a couple of days earlier.  It was the hottest day of the year so far with promised highs of 32c so the time was ripe to carry out this plan.

I have been following the adventures of David Cornthwaite for some time.  I can only dream of the endeavours he’s undertaken, he always completes a journey of a thousand miles in various forms of self propelled transportation, but of most interest to me is the thousand mile swim he began on the 10 August 2012 down the Missouri river.  As Britain is only 600 miles in length I can’t really compete with the amazing adventures he’s had but I had some fun pretending on a 7 mile swim down the Ouse. 

Neither my girlfriend, Alice or I boast to be strong swimmers – in fact Alice decided to sail the river on a rubber ring.  I had done a couple of mile long practice swims in the weeks before and had found it pretty tough, especially as I had pulled the tendons in my hand falling off the slackline a couple of days before, but I was up for the challenge - safe in the knowledge I could use Alice as a life raft when necessary.   

We slipped ungracefully down the muddy banks into the water and were greeted by dozens of bright blue Damselflies flitting about on the surface of the water, in a courtship dance, which was a nice distraction from the Baltic temperature of the river.   It was quite shallow at this point, so Alice had the advantage, floating off on her rubber ring.  I tripped and stumbled in an ungainly fashion through the knee-deep water, trying to avoid submerged tree trunks.

Eventually, the river deepened and I got to do some proper swimming.  We were treated to the sight of hunting kingfishers and a swooping buzzard along the way but despite this I couldn’t distract myself from the fact that I would have been much more comfortable in a wet suit.  Several times we hauled ourselves out onto the bank to warm up in a patch of sunlight, once disturbing a herd of Roe Deer, before plunging back into the icy depths.

The hardest obstacle to overcome was a complete blockage of the river from a fallen down tree, this had amassed a twiggy scum and was impassable.  We were forced to swim back up river and clamber up the bow of a tree straight into a bramble bush to circumnavigate the blockage.

We completed the swim in six hours and the last of the 7 miles was spent with me lying across Alice on the rubber ring for warmth.  We were greeted by our one-man rescue party at the pub, who had a jug of Pimms and bowl of chips at the ready. 

Whilst we enjoyed our swim and like to think of it as an epic adventure ,we can only dream of completing the amazing journeys undertaken by David Cornthwaite.  David and us started our swims around the same time, but the difference is that he’s still swimming a month later and is aiming to raise a million pounds for charity in the process.  If you would like to find out more about him and donate to a worthy cause visit www.davecornthwaite.com.

Kayaking

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                                         DAY TWO: Kayaking on the reservoir

Slacklining

Oak smoked venison Jerky

Going Paleo...

Traditionally used technique used to dry meat to extend its shelf life.   The exact origin of this technique isn’t known but it would have been obvious to early humans that the smoked meat lasted a lot longer than raw and that may have been discovered due to the meat being kept in a smoky environment  to keep the flys away.  Europeans came across the technique on their first trips to the Americas.  It is also very good for travelling, long hikes, mountain climbing due to the high protein content and also the fact that the equivalent weight of fresh meat would be 6 times heavier.

A friend recently donated a large bag of venison to me, aware of how sick I’m getting of fish.  The best method I could think of to preserve such a large amount of meat was to smoke it.  It was also a good opportunity to practice a recently acquired skill.

Before I got started though, I had to build the smoker...

Fillets De Perche A La Puree D' Orties ....

 ...Or fillets of Perch in a Nettle Puree, sometimes it just sounds better in French.

Below is the recipe I made from the lovely fish Rick caught me.  It was sods law that the  camera ran out of battery just as I plated it up, so you'll have to use your imagination.  I can assure you it looked and tasted great though!  I plan to make it again soon and will put up a picture but will definitely use more Perch fillets next time as it wasn't big enough to share.  

Fishing for Perch in the Ouse

01.09.12

Fishy Business

I’ve never been much of a fisherman; in fact, I’ve never caught a single fish.  In theory, I’m all for sitting quietly by a river or lake with a rod and line with only my thoughts for company, but in practice, I find my limited patience is not well suited for the sport.

Fortunately for me, my good friend Rick is very patient and a seasoned fisherman to boot.  Rick graciously agreed to help me catch some fish from a stretch of Ouse not far from my house.  I was the one tasked with dispatching the fish as Rick is more of traditionalist when it comes to fishing and usually puts them back.

Below, is a timelpase of Rick expertly catching 3 Perch for my dinner, whilst I tried to entertain myself as best I could.