The other day, Nicoline asked me if we’d like to join her and Birgitta on the annual wild garlic hunt; the yearly hunt for ramslök. Having gone last year while Mirinda was away, I was all for it. Because she’d missed it last year, Mirinda was even more all for it.
We all clambered into our car and headed off up to Tureholm Slott and the legendary Fields of Green. Actually, it’s not exactly a legend. It’s something I just made up. It might become legendary. Who knows.
Anyway, it was a lot more pleasant this time. How well I remember the sludgy mudbath we trudged through last year. The 2025 track was dry, and the ramslök abundant. In fact, it had spread down the hill a bit.
Last year we found a huge patch to forage in and today we stopped before we reached it, Nicoline saying we may as well pick it there with little need to keep going. This pronouncement didn’t stop Mirinda and Birgitta who, as Nicoline pointed out, seemed more intent in talking than picking. They wound up further along the track.
It didn’t take long before we all headed back to the car, bags of wild garlic held firmly in our hands.
Back at the house, we all sat out on the deck and partook of a necessary coffee and lots of chat. Mirinda, in particular, regaled us with talk about her upcoming fortnight away in the Iron Age graveyard and what she intends to do there. Listen, mainly.
She has a new app she’s mad about. You point it at bird song and it will identify the bird. Quite a clever little app, if you ask me.
All up, it was a lovely couple of hours. And, it was lovely to see Birgitta again. The last time we met up was in September when we went to the opera on Soder.
The rest of the day was basically spent cooking, moving bits and pieces into the green room ahead of next week’s painting and working on this month’s Letter from Sweden which, hopefully, I’ll record tomorrow.
An all round lovely May Day.
