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Plotting for Spring
February 7, 2010, 5:04 pm
Filed under: Edible Gardening | Tags: , ,

The seed catalogues are all over the kitchen table!

Here are the new seeds we intend to buy:

Red artichoke

Asparagus pea

Purple sprouting broc mix

Aubergine (Applegreen variety)

Yellow cylindrical beetroot

Parsnip

White egg tomato

Basil

Lettuce mix

Spinach

Greenhouse cucumbers

Red Orach (mountain spinach)

Endive


Mellors is off to a Seedy Sunday seed swap in Kew on Valentines Day to see what he can find for free.



Christmas in the veld
January 20, 2010, 9:49 pm
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Mellors and I were privileged enough to go to a beautiful game lodge in Sabi Sands over Christmas. We saw the Big Five twice over, which is just incredible and every day was a gift. Our family party (Mum, Granny, uncle, cousin, family friends and the very special friend who invited us to the lodge) fell into a wonderful routine. Up early, out on a game drive, coffee and a biscuit by a waterhole watching hippos snorting murky bubbles.

Then back to the camp to scoop hot coals from the ever-present campfire to cook bacon and eggs outdoors…. a leisurely day at the camp reading, napping or staring at the watering hole through binoculars. A cooling swim in the pool (at 33 degrees in the shade it was sadly too hot to sunbathe).

At dusk we clambered aboard the land rover again and drive through the veld, stopping to identify birds and track spoor and allow buck to cross the dirt track. Then sundowners by the water at sunset as the animals came to drink, gin for us and rainwater for them. Back at the camp a blazing fire awaited us and whoever was on cooking rota would rustle up dinner. After such an early start and unaccustomed amounts of fresh air we’d turn in early under the thatched roof to the whir of the ceiling fan and a chorus of crickets and frogs.

There had been rain and the veld was bright spring-green. It looked like Richmond Park! Every watering hole and ditch was full, and we would come around a corner to find buffalo sitting up to their necks in muddy water in ditches or hollows, busy oxpeckers on their backs.

All the impala had babies (apparently they can keep on gestating until the rains come and there is food for the young). The buck had babies, the wildebeest had babies (the ones we saw still had umbilical cords). And the predators as a result were all fat and sleek. The only draw back from a purely selfish point of view was that game did not need to come down to our camp watering hole due to an abundance of pools so we had to go out to find the game.

Our holiday was relaxing in a way that’s hard to explain – no billboards, no mobile phones, no internet, just day after day of time in a bit of nature which hasn’t changed in the last 500 years. There were 4 unrelaxing moments rated here in order of scariness:

4. Seeing a scorpion (a shy one admittedly) on Christmas day

3. The electricity went out at the lodge one night. No generator. Mellors & I sat with my uncle in the main building, several meters away from our little sleeping cabin. Mellors suddenly says “When the electricity goes off, does that mean the perimeter electric fence is switched off too? An affirmative answer sent us skipping to bed early and closing the door firmly behind us.

2. Seeing a green mamba darting into the road in front of us, catching a frog in its deadly jaws and shooting off the road again. Unnervingly quick, large and well camouflaged, he was.

1. The time our land rover got stuck in the mud. The big wheel was buried up to the top of the tyre. We had to radio for help. I scanned the horizon anxiously for lions while waiting for rescue, suddenly feeling very vulnerable in our open vehicle.

It was fascinating for me to see the bush through Mellor’s eyes – as a Londoner he was charmed by everything, from the pure orange dragonflies to the lizards and birds. We South Africans can get a bit blasé. “I want to see a lion. Right, I’m bored, now I want to see a lion catching a snake in midair” and so forth. Having seen baby elephants, a stately rhino spraying its territory, sulky buffalo looking like armoured cows, lions and magnificent leopard (the Big Five of every tourist’s dreams) Mellors declared his favourite animals to be the giraffe and the Red Bishop bird.

I was also struck how free he was from the preconceptions most South Africans have about the bush. I tend to divide animals into the “good guys” and the “bad guys” but he defended the hyena I dismissed as a cowardly scavenger and even declared the maribu stork, that hideous undertaker of the veld “beautiful”. (Hmmm -not too sure what this says about me).

Here is a full list of the animals we were lucky enough to see:

zebra

giraffe

impala

kudu

wildebeest

buffalo

kingfisher

mongoose

hippo

waterbuck

baboon

vervet monkey

warthog

tortoise

lizard

dung beetle

eagle

oxpecker

lion

nyala

hyena

rhino

jackal

bushbaby



African wedding flowers

Mellors and I are back from South Africa, where we had a (for him very unusual) sunny Christmas in the bush and attended a dear friends wedding. Detailed blog post to follow with pictures of the increduble wildlife we saw, but in the meantime here are some more wedding flower pictures for you.


The South African bride chose lots of oranges, brown and Africa/ethnic touches for the decor. There were ostrich egg shells holding candles, jauntily spotted guinea fowl feathers on the chairs in the marquis and porcupine quills on the tables. Vibrant local flowers were arranged in pieces of driftwood and the bouquets contained proteas, fynbos and orange gerberas.





Clean Breaks: 500 new ways to see the world

I am holding a pretty special book. It’s a travel book that solves the ugly Catch 22 that is wanting to see some of the most beautiful places on earth, but knowing that our very visit diminishes that beauty. It’s called Clean Breaks, and, people who live in internet, if you haven’t read it, you are missing out.

Bored of “fly and flop” holidays where you only see the inside of the plane and the side of a pool? Clean Breaks offers a new way to travel, where the journey itself is half the fun and when you arrive you get something special and different – a travel experience that has not already been done before. This book is jam-packed with cool encounters to suit all tastes and all budgets. Ride the Trans Mongolian Express, try eco-ski-ing, take a foodie walking tour of southern Italy, sleep in a fabulous tree-house hotel or (tempting, this) watch pink dolphins in Hong Kong.

You can book any of these top adventures with a clean conscience. Not only are the 500 incredible experiences suggested in this guide fun, they are all environmentally and socially responsible as well. (Don’t for a minute assume this means donning a hair shirt – choose from chic accommodation, luxury lodges or wilder and more rustic digs). Clean Breaks doesn’t preach about the planet but simply suggests fantastic places to visit which happen to be green.

Whether you’re volunteering at a griffon sanctuary or chilling on a ’star bed’ under the night sky in Kenya, sleep easy knowing they have done all the research to ensure that your awesome holiday will not harm the planet.


Stuck for a Christmas present? Look no further because Muswell Hillbilly has sorted your gift problems. This book is something special and if your friends and relatives don’t like it, I will eat my hat. But don’t believe everything you read on a blog! Look what the grown ups are saying about it:

The selection and presentation are inspired: this is a beguilingly simple, tactile compendium brimming with solid research and good writing.“  – Dan Linstead, Editor of Wanderlust Magazine.

The Mail on Sunday’s travel book of the Week:

When planning a holiday, what you’re looking for are good ideas – and this book is chock-a-block with them… Before planning your next break, this book, by Richard Hammond and Jeremy Smith, is well worth perusing“. – Frank Barret, Travel Editor, The Mail on Sunday.

“I’m not evil; I like eco-friendly things. But what I really like are travel books that make you desperate to visit the places they describe—“Clean Breaks” does this, and, best, it does it for every continent.” – The New Yorker

This book contains an impressive selection of some of the “cleanest” breaks available to the independent traveller. It is organised around geographical locations, with shorter sections on minimising the environmental impact of your trip. There are some inspired travel ideas, such as visiting a homestay scheme in a Ukrainian village, eco-tours in Iran or hiking through Saxon villages in Romania.” – Clover Stroud, The Sunday Telegraph.

“In keeping with its title, it makes a clean break from so many things, including some guidebook conventions. After a mere page and a half of introduction, it plunges into a dazzling world of fresh experiences and hurtles through 122 countries in nearly 400 full-colour picture-filled pages of pure temptation… It is a special piece of travel publishing, one far more ambitious than anything I’ve seen from its competitors” – Ethan Gelber, WHL.travel.

This book is packed with off-the-beaten-track adventures that minimize environmental impact. Flipping to any page to find a prospect like “Walk with rhinos at Leshiba” or “Pick a Papaya in Sri Lanka” makes for lush material for either planning or daydreaming.” – US-based Sierra Club’s The Green Life.

“I am glad to have the book on my shelves – best to ration how much you look at it; it can only increase your wanderlust” – Harold Goodwin, Professor of Responsible Tourism Management and Director of the International Centre for Responsible Tourism


“This is one of those travel books you’re guaranteed to reach for on a rainy day. With 500 hidden gem travel ideas, it’ll keep your itinerary full for quite some time too.”
– Alternative Consumer

http://www.roughguides.com/website/shop/products/Clean-Breaks.aspx



Foraging for free food
November 5, 2009, 11:48 pm
Filed under: Foraging

October in the UK is MUSHROOM season! Last weekend Mellors and I headed for the New Forest for a two day foraging course with the ace mycologist Mrs Tee.

Mrs Tee is a bit of a legend and it was awesome to spend time with her as she passed on the knowledge from her 35 years of picking and selling wild mushrooms. She is also an exceptional cook and we gorged on wild mushrooms 3 times a day. We stayed at her wonderful Bed & Breakfast in Lymington, home to several black pigs (one of which is an escape artists) and 2 very handsome Great Danes.

Saturday morning was spent learning to identify mushrooms by discussing and handling real mushrooms. These were weird and wonderful and as different from button mushrooms as you can imagine: we met the black trumpet of death or cornucopia, trumpet shaped, edible and frilly; big yellow cauliflower fungus shaped like coral or brains, delicate spindly mushrooms like drunken cocktail umbrellas and fat white parasol mushrooms which shift shape from balls into parasols.

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I had planned to ask why mushrooms have such a magical and mystical reputation, but after a morning’s study I had my answer. Mushrooms are eerie and other-worldly, resembling sea creatures rather than any earthly thing. They grow from dead trees and where fires have been. Mushrooms which burst, blowing their tops off, leave little white goblets in the woods. The stink horn mushroom can be smelled from miles away; and eerily, you can watch it grow before your eyes.  The bears’ foot mushroom is shaggy and hangs from trees, resembling a large paw.  When you stamp on puffball mushrooms, ‘smoke’ plumes out. (The band Röyksopp, which literally means “smoke mushroom”, is named after these).  Mushrooms turn pink and blue and purple and black if you bruise or cook or cut them. And of course, the Death Angel mushroom can kill you in 45 minutes.

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We learned which poisonous mushrooms to avoid – apart from the classic red cap with white warts of fairy stories, we were told to avoid white gills and white caps. Mushrooms with a spongy underside rather than gills are safer, apart from those with red caps. We discovered that mushrooms can be located by foresty clues: chicken of the woods grow on old oak trees and the saffron milk cap under pine.

Then, after a gorgeous lunch of wild mushroom pasta and some banter with Mrs Tee, we set out into the New Forest to forage.The first thing we found were the dainty, lavender colured and gloriously named Amethyst Deceivers.

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We recognised chunky ceps and little white millers which smell like wet dough. After 5 minutes I realised I’d been blind all my life and on every autumn walk in the woods, I’d probably trampled oblivious over delicious free food. Politically I love the idea of wild food being there for the taking, that nature’s bounty belongs to us all. Where else but in the woods do oysters grow on trees?

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Mellors noticed porcelain mushrooms, gleaming and shiny white, clinging to a branch. I sliced saffron milk caps with a pen knife, drawing bright orange blood.

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We spotted beefsteaks high above us in a tree and a little staircase of gleaming mushrooms all the way up a birch, tantalisingly out of reach. Next time we forage, we’re taking a tame monkey.

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Muddy and inspired we finished our forage at dusk and returned to Mrs Tee for another gorgeous meal with a side order of juicy anecdotes before rolling into bed; mushroom-stuffed.

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Mrs Tee:

  • supplies The Grosvenor House Hotel, Le Gavroche, The Connaught, and the Dorchester with wild mushrooms and Marco Pierre White with truffles.
  • was arrested, jailed for five-and-a-half hours, and charged under the Theft Act  by the Forestry Commission for foraging on public land
  • brought a civil action against the Forestry Commission.  She now owns a personal license to pick mushrooms in the New Forest for the rest of her lifetime.
  • can pick 50kg of pied de mouton in three hours.

Some of the mushrooms we learned about:

  • Ceps or porcini – Grows overnight. Can weigh up to 1.5kg per mushroom. Very rich, creamy, fleshy. Slightly sweet.
  • Ceps Rufus (Red)
  • Pied du Mouton or wood hedgehog – Sought after. Goes well with fish, with chicken, in a cream sauce.
  • Beefsteak – Looks like a bloody beefsteak or liver, grows on oak tree, but doesn’t destroy the oak. Chefs use it with fresh foi gras. Tastes sweet, oriental – a specialty mushroom popularised by Antony Worrall Thompson, who has bought them from Mrs Tee.
  • Honey Fungus
  • Chicken of the Wood – Orange on top and lemon-yellow underneath. Tastes of chicken, smells of chicken and cooks like chicken but is more expensive than chicken. The biggest one found by Mrs Tee was 105lb.

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Trend for natural swimming pools resurfaces
October 25, 2009, 12:39 pm
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Growing up in RSA, I was fortunate enough to have a swimming pool in my garden. After a roasting hot day in the classroom I would rush home,  kick off the small leather furnaces that were closed school shoes on an African summer’s day and leap into the swimming pool. I’d splash about in it’s cold aquamarine embrace, sounds muffled underwater, blowing bubbles inelegantly like a hippo.

Whole afternoons were spent playing Marco Polo (a kind of aquatic Blind Man’s Bluff) with my cousins, rescuing drowning ants from the water (I felt sorry for them) and jumping into the deep end from a garden wall (strictly forbidden).

Every now and then Zuma the black Labrador would decide to swim. She’d enter the pool very formally via the steps, gravely swim a wide loop and exit up the pool stairs before splattering everyone with a wet, vigorous, chloriney shake.

Over the long Christmas summer holidays I more or less lived in the swimming pool. It was a little kingdom of weightless delight, and respite from the white hot sun.  My secret terror of the Kreepy Krauly and Shongololos which, lemming-like had drowned themselves in a many footed suicide pact, only added to the excitement.  I would float on my back for hours, head submerged, happily deaf, watching the sparkling water reflected above me on the underside canopy of a giant jacaranda tree.

Purple jacaranda flowers in Moms pool

Purple jacaranda flowers in Moms pool


I’d emerge with wrinkly white fingers, even more freckles and chlorinated red eyes, blissfully cool and tired. Why mum insisted I then have a bath after 3 hours in a pool I could never figure out. Being on dry land felt alien and, if my sister teased me at the dinner table, I would make splashing motions through the air at her,  being so accustomed to splashing her in the pool.

It was only when I moved to the UK that I realised how very privileged I had been to have had a private swimming all throughout my childhood. Here swimming generally belongs in  public pools with little time or space to yourself, and swimmers adhere to near rows moving in one direction.  The glorious splashiness of bombing is strictly forbidden. Having said that, I am very impressed with the public pools and lidos of the UK, some of which are beautiful pieces of history.

Hornsey Baths

They are also very democratic – for a small fee anyone can swim in these public spaces, so different to the walled gardens of South Africa’s suburbs in the 1980s.

I was also delighted to discover the public bathing ponds of London’s magnificent Hampstead Heath and the thrill of swimming in nature, minus the chlorine sting of the artificial pool.

Environmentally minded gardeners are behind a modern revival in natural bathing pools. Here’s how to do it: http://www.ivili.org/video/natural-swimming-pool



Hever fever
October 2, 2009, 1:41 pm
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On an early autumn day in September Mellors and I joined his family at Hever Castle for a huge family picnic, to celebrate two engagements. There were 18 of us including two grandparents and Gemma the dog. We picnicked in the beautiful grounds and walked through the Italian gardens – three generations of gardeners together!

 

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This rose is a favourite of Mellors’ grandmother.

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This idea’s got legs
September 16, 2009, 11:32 am
Filed under: Running events

Click here to read about a GardenAfrica supporter who has committed to running the 26.2 miles of the Amsterdam Marathon to raise funds for GardenAfrica’s vital work.  Personally just typing the words ‘26.2 miles’ makes me feel tired, but fortunately there are ways to fundraise for charity that don’t involve breaking a sweat.

 

If you would like to support GardenAfrica there are lots of things you can do that won’t cost you money:

  • Set up a GardenAfrica fundraising cell in your area.
  • Host a South African wine tasting.
  • Host a dinner party.
  • Host a garden party.
  • Sponsored events – such as skydiving, marathons, walks or something that suits your own pace of life.

More details available here.

Remember when you donate to GardenAfrica, 90% of donations go straight to projects the field.



Beat poetry
September 9, 2009, 12:45 pm
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Look at the awesome beetroots that Mellors grew!

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Tonight we shall feast on Borscht!

We did a clever time share in the vegetable patch – now that the beetroots are out the ground we have planted in leeks which have been waiting backstage in pots for their moment to be planted!



Biggest Bumblebee Ever?
August 23, 2009, 9:58 pm
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Seriously, what a monster! This beauty loves our snapdragons and I had to take a picture as he’s the biggest bee I’ve ever seen.

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Factoid for the day: Dumbledore is an old English word for bumblebee.

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