Trattkantarell - otherwise known as what? Funnel chanterelles perhaps. I looked it up, my guess is right, but they might be called trumpet chanterelles too. Anyway, they tasted very nice in our dinner this evening. More on how we got them in a minute...
We decided to go further afield for the walk and drove to the high coast bridge where we have surely taken many a photo and many a blip. We took a different path to the one we often use, and despite having wood to make a fire in the wind shelter, we went a new way all together. This took us round in an up hill and down dale sort of circle, contouring round the rocky headland. The going was sploshy (remember my whining on about constant rain and damp mists?) and the mossy soil was sodden and loosening from the bedrock as you trod on it. And that was too exciting on the steeper bits. Of which there were many.
The path is very newly established most of the way, and the markings were excellent, the various aids (duck boards, thick ropes for support) were also very well thought out and there were clear signs at every junction. No doubt it will be a lovely place to spend time when the top layer of muddy slurry has been worn away, but today it was a slow scramble with a certain amount of tension for a woman who doesn't want to jerk her joints in a sudden sort of way... being super bendy is helpful though, I can step up and down things I can't jump off!
There were several families out with kids, it's half term (sports holiday here) and they were dashing about and slithering and sliding and jumping and not caring about the odd collapse. One little lad wondered why I had a walking pole with me. I told him it was handy if you were "a bit broken" (lite trasig in Swedish)- "Well you're not broken!" (du är väl inte trasig) he shot back at me! I agreed I wasn't, that i was pretty spritely - just that I had a knee that was a bit unreliable, and that having a third leg to balance on was really helpful. Another lovely interlude of human contact, it was so good to meet energetic children, happy in the forest.
There were views out to sea to be had, if we'd fancied barbecues there were places set up, and good seats with tables in odd places. We had some trail mix and a chocolate biscuit to keep us going with the addition of a drink of water - ample provisions when it is just a little stroll. We were happy to get off the splosh and onto firmer ground though! The trail goes from the hotel and back to the hotel, with a few optional trips to further pointy bits. Very good to get out of our neighbourhood, lovely as it is, and see something new.
On the way home we dropped in on Ann and Mats who we haven't seen for a while and had a coffee and a natter - we also made a date for next week. If we don't plan things they don't happen - even though we are all free and easy these days. They had been out in the forest, had a fire, grilled a sausage or two and some marshmallows with their grandchildren who are on school holiday. They both had covid a few weeks ago, so it felt safe enough to meet them at a distance.
They fetched a huge hoard of these marvellous, tasty mushrooms back with them and Ann set to cleaning them as we spoke. She gave us a big bag full to take home and clean, boil and then freeze. Treasure! They also advised us not to go mushrooming in our village's summer farm as there are a lot of bears up there this year. They had seen a lot of poo and were very wary. Ann has a bell on her rucksack so she makes noise as she walks in the forest.
Anyhow, we have now dealt with the harvest, composted the debris, and the mushrooms are boiling up on the stove. It's a fiddly job but they taste so good that it is well worth the effort and time involved. What a lovely outdoor day, a sociable interlude, good food and plenty of time to be together playing! Janet Grateful Harling is living up to her name today.