I’m currently camping in Scotland, whence the lack of new blog posts. In the meantime, here’s a photo of some sea kale on a pebbly beach on the south coast of England, which I visited briefly eight days ago. The new leaves were surprisingly mild and tasty raw.
South of London, the rails branch alarmingly at Clapham Junction — the busiest train station in Europe, with 2000 trains passing through each day. At such places, it’s easy to believe that everyone is on their way somewhere else.
The harbor at Newhaven, however, is refreshingly free of places catering to the tourist crowd.
Those who do go there for a spot of sun and sea don’t seem in much more of a hurry than the sea kale.
They’ve been a great inspiration to me this past week.
Camping in Scotland! How delightful. On our honeymoon fifteen years ago, Ethan and I spent some time camping in Iceland and in Scotland. I’d love to return to both.
Wonderful photos, too.
I’ve never had sea kale. Am intrigued now…
I don’t know whether it’s a regular culinary item or not. Clive Hicks-Jenkins served us samphire when we visited him in Wales the other week, and that was delicious.
Needless to say, Rachel and I would love to go camping in Iceland someday! But Scotland has the added advantage of at least a few extant forests.
Have a grand time. I’m enjoying your rambles and am happy you are there…
Thanks, Marly!
Seen any wolves?
No. Other than on one private estate, Scotland doesn’t have any wolves.
That’s a wonderful hammock perch. Two pairs of sandals means one got up to snap the photo. :) Thanks for sharing your wonderful ramblings.