The next afternoon, at the low tide we went searching!
Scottish water is not just cold. Its bone numbingly, ball crushingly, nerve tinglingly, frost nip inducingly cold. As a Scottish surfer and Kiter I know how painful it can be but scrabbling around in the low tide shoreline, without a wetsuit, really brings home the level of chill.
Rooting around in the rock pools, turning over lumps of seaweed our bucket of mussels gradually began to fill up at the same pace we lost feeling in our fingers. When you sit in a restaurant and get a huge bucket of mussels put in front of you it had never really occurred to me just how long each mussel takes to find, collect, clean and then prepare. As the pile gradually got bigger I was mentally dividing the bucket into two bowls and praying that we got enough mussels for two before the feeling in my hands totally gave out.
Forging for food doesn’t need to be an all out assault on nature’s larder. It can be picking some wild garlic to have with dinner, collecting blackberries with your kids or catching fish from your neighbours pond J. You don’t need to go full Bear Grylls.
Depending on the season you can also use foraging as a way of getting some extra food whilst on an adventure that you don’t have to carry. I have used cherries from trees in the Southern Norwegian Fjords to keep my energy levels up whilst doing an adventure race. Blackberries to lift my spirits whilst wild camping in a soggy Devon woodland and seaweed to try and add some flavour to a drab expedition meal. Crisped over a jetboil!