John Wright wrote a book (well, several books) about foraging in which he remarked – and I am paraphrasing here;
“Walking with my friends, it is commented on that I seem very ‘absent-minded’ – usually because I am looking in the verges and fields for food to forage”
At the time I was reading his book Hedgerow I didn’t fully understand how this was possible. I think I do now. Plants have differences like humans have different faces. You just need to be able to recognise old friends, and keep an eye out for them all the time, which takes a bit of brainpower…
I was surprised to find that we had parked quite close to tomatos, spinach, chard and rocket going wild! What a lucky find.
Pictured: tomato, silverbeet, spinach and rocket growing wild in this sandy parking lot.
Now here is the kicker; unfortunately, like many potentially nice places in the parts of Spain we have travelled, this lot is used as a bin/dog shit depository.
Seriously people, pick up your game and your animal’s waste. Don’t like doing it? Don’t get a dog. Simple.
This is disgraceful and a far, far too common sight during our travels.
I like to forage in places that are not disease vectors. You can read about my previous, more successful attempts here if you would like;
Horta Vrasta in Basque Country