Goodbye - 17/06/08

I thought it was time to start the blog today. It’s been a very busy few months for me. Lots of wild food and bushcraft courses have been held and a lot of wild greens have been munched!

In fact it’s already at that time of year when I’m organising next year’s courses.

It’s been a sad time for me recently. My granddad who taught me some of skills and certainly got me interested in the subjects I cover today passed away on father’s day. He will be greatly missed by me and the rest of my small family. But, I will certainly pass on his skills through my courses.

He loved nature and I this can be seen by a poem he wrote

Late autumn poem


The autumn sun was shining like a yellow globe of gold; the wind it was blowing it was icy bitter cold.

The tractor man was ploughing the furrows were brown and dry the seagulls they were screaming like vultures in the sky.

The autumn leaves looked pretty colours of yellow gold and brown they seemed to whisper cheerio as they fluttered down.

The swallows and the martins along time had been gone. The autumn wind seemed to say winter won’t be long.

The end

Harry. Frank, lodge
1966

Goodbye


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