Foraging with my dad
My dad taught me many skills. As a child he would wake me up at 5.30 in the morning and we would drink a coffee, pack the ferret and the nets and head off in to the countryside. We would catch rabbits and fill our pockets with potatoes and carrots from the fields. On our way home, laughing, with our bounty. We would stop at the local pub and sit with poachers and discuss the mornings antics. I miss my dad.