royal birds - September 1, 2019A day or two after Phil and I set off on our first narrowboat adventure, we were woken by the sound of tapping on the side of our boat. Leaping out of bed to see what it was, I opened the hatch and found a small gathering of swans waiting expectantly for their breakfast. New to this life on the waterways and very ignorant about wild fowl, I dished out some crusts of bread and, of course, the swans then wouldn’t leave us alone.
nosh for nowt - March 1, 2019My love of foraging for wild food began in 2013 when my husband Phil and I were ‘locking down’ on the beautiful Basingstoke Canal. It was Autumn and we were alone on the cut surrounded by a stunning palette of burnt orange, yellow ochre and every variety of brown that you can imagine. A visual feast!