“You keep the bed warm, I’ll catch the breakfast.” My favourite phrase to surface to on a sunday. We woke by a dewy mill pond; one of the first things we saw being the unmistakable blue of a kingfisher, basking in the orangey autumn sun. I lay there, eyes sleepily half-closed, gearing myself up … More Cray fishing down at old Yabbie creek
Wild boy picked me up at 6 o’clock sharp and whisked me off to sea. Armed with a pan, a cooker, 2 sharp knives and enough garlic to support the whole of east-anglia’s immune systems, we ran to where the limpets grow avidly. Ish. A race against both light (now we’re into these autumnal nights), … More Sea foraging pt.2: Limpet creeping
Deep in the mermaid Do the Wodewose hang out, Beings of the wood Chow down fowl, deer and trout. Dusk-lit noses point Marsham Tails that swim neath crouched trees, Hunting out the once roaming, Gather crys for their tea.
Super special Sunday was the theme. Waking up no more than 4 minutes walk from the sea; a particularly beautiful sea, with some particularly beautiful people. This part of the Norfolk coast is blessed with the kinds of beaches where the fluctuation of the tide is so extreme, it feels as though perhaps the … More Seaside foragers
The things I’ll do in order to seek a new swim. I adore this town, but feel a little lost. I’ve been struggling to find a swim spot I can walk to for when I need it. One I can pretend to call my own. I’ve been perusing (by perusing, I mean desperately scouring) google … More Solo swim missions in the Bure
Norfolk just keeps on giving. We can think we know eachother’s insides and outs, but I’m hoping we never do because I’m digging this learning thing. Last night’s theme definitely followed a route of learning and discovery, uncovering things both superfluous yet now seemingly fundamental to our understanding of each other. We spent wednesday’s sleep … More Seal spotting at breakfast
The Bure’s different to any of the rivers I’m used to. It’s exciting finding yourself alone at dusk in nothing but your underpants, giggling at the tangle and mess you’ve gotten yourself into with the reeds. What if someone discovered me now? I needed a little escape back into myself, so I embarked on a … More Battling reeds in the Bure
Aye, we don’t do bad do we. I mean – I thought we had it made over in Otley?! It’s coming to the end of day 2 of the next little (or large – it’s length being indefinite) adventure. This isn’t reeeaaallly supposed to be part of the adventure as such – this is supposed … More A little more on the ‘huh’
Like children at play, we have a strange effect on each other. We spend hours exploring woods together – no concept of time, reality, – none of it matters. We had an adventure booked – no idea where to go, but knowing in my mind that the location was almost irrelevant. As it stood, … More The Important Things.
January 17th 2016 There was something hugely satisfying and rather beautiful in watching Barney fetch water from the mountain spring to make us both a cuppa. We seem to be mastering this shaking the shakes – with help from tea and chocolate – following the removal of our cold, flapping selves from the tarn. It wasn’t really much of a swim … More Counting degrees in halves..?