The countryside is just full of people at the moment, olive pickers, wild mushroom seekers and hunters abound – plus farmers illegally burning stubble. In fact, I am often surprised that noone gets shot given the very crowded wild open spaces. I have a high visibility vest that I put on over a sweatshirt if I go out on a Sunday, which is the busiest day, just to ensure that noone mistakes me for a rabbit, although Ian says I just give them something to aim at.
One of my students was telling me that hunting is very important for the village because as well as eating the birds and rabbits themselves, the hunters give the birds and rabbits to the poor people, and any that are left over they give to the village day centre, who cook them for the day residents.
We’re making pickle today with left over fruit from when Mum and Susan were here, we noticed some fruit flies hovering yesterday, and guessed that this was a message that it was time to do something with the left over apples. It is our own recipe – so it will be interesting to see how it turns out!