Last weeks post has got me thinking, rather Doomwatch Moments. I have been thinking about what would happen to me as the food provider in this Filey Establishment known as home if I couldnt buy anything because I refused to take a microchip inplant whose Code reader included the numbers 666. Just letting my imagination run of course. So I am stocking up on bags of dried beans in my mind. I am getting water from the springs in the Ravine, and boiling it on the Morso Squirrell, which I will have fuelled with all the wood I find in skips in Arthurs Asphalt. I am re-reading , just as part of my End Time plans you understand, my well loved copy of Richard Mabeys innovative book Food For Free, which I bought in 1973.
I am on a roll now. I am going to try the stems of Alexanders, and thanks to tonights edition of Countryfile think Japanese Knotweed Rhubarb substitute could be interesting.
I am going to try a row of Good King Henry now. I have ordered a packet from Chiltern Seeds. I just love the linnean Chenopodium bonus -henricus. That has to be the best name for any plant. It beats my other favourite Capsella bursa-pastoris, and I leave it to you to remember your Latin lessons.