A warmer but cloudier mid-April Sunday provided another free food gathering opportunity. Having leafed through ‘The Forager’s Calendar’ beforehand, we agreed to stick to wild garlic.*
Going the other way round to the favoured spot in Eaves Wood, we headed towards Eaves and onto leaf-strewn paths. As we trudged upwards through layers of dead foliage, squirrels scampered among bare branches while pale green moss and gnarly roots punctuated the omnipresent reds.
I dithered at each junction but Phil confidently proceeded upwards until we reached the one where we thought the less-trodden paths led into the more neglected woodland. However, we misguidedly ended up clambering a tricky slope. As Phil continued striding, I had difficulty navigating large boulders. Unable to reach anything to hold onto, he came back to rescue me.
At last we regained the path proper. On safer ground, we paused to regard the tangle of deadwood, shrubs bearing unripe berries, striated rocks and cavernous fissures. Delicate shoots protruded in unpromising brown earth. Worried we might not recognise the garlic patch from the wrong side, the shiny leaves were hard to miss. Not yet flowering, a smattering of celandine broke the monotony of dark green. After a half hour carefully picking from different parts of the spreading patch, we took a rest. A couple approaching from the other direction offered a friendly hello. I wondered if it was as tricky further on as Phil suggested. They didn’t seem to think so.
Arguably, it was harder climbing up over the broken wall than down it as we normally did, but at least a dry spring didn’t add to the struggle. The higher path muddy, daffodils faded to white to be overtaken by a riot of dandelions, providing fodder for bees. As we paused on the flat overhanging rocks to gaze down on the still-brown canopy of Colden Clough, curlews rang out from the grey skies above.
Further down, climbers, off-roaders and makeshift campers enjoyed weekend recreation. Silver birch made an avenue of the final slope. Bluebells emerged at the top of the Cuckoo Steps. Settling down for a late lunch and iPlayer viewing, the ‘woke’ ‘Saving Our Wild Isles’ took some finding. “It’s a conspiracy!” joked Phil. But it did solve the mystery of why gull-like curlews visited us in spring (to nest on the uplands).
*The Forager’s Calendar, John Wright