royal birds - September 1, 2019 By Stephanie Province
A 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.
My 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!
