I was lucky enough to be invited to the Essex Group Meet weekend. We arrived on the Friday and set up in a narrow piece of woodland backing onto a water-filled old quarry. Thiswas a great backdrop to what turned out to be an excellent weekend.

The fire wasn't easy to start as everything was very damp. With a little persistence, we were soon cooking up an evening meal on a greenstick barbeque and, of course, a few kuksa's full of the obligatory port went round to ward off what little chill there was. It was really pleasing to see the owner of the wood, Peter, come and join us for a while around the fire. What a breath of fresh air to see a land-owner who understands bushcraft and is willing to make their land available.

Saturday saw a leisurely start to the day with a huge communal fry-up followed by a few fire-lighting skills. The abundance of cramp-ball fungus in the area complimented the bow-drill skills on show (not mine by the way!) We took a foraging walk through the

nearby orchard and through the larger woods to the north of the site, coming across some large parasol mushrooms

which were duly collected for the evening's stew as were some sweet chestnuts. Rosehips replenished the vitamins drained out by overindulgence the night before. 

The evening stew was prepared by Mark and John. Stewing steak, mushrooms, chestnuts,  burdock roots, small potatoes, carrots, turnips et al went into what proved to be a delicious stew. Les provided the "bush-style" bread and a little later, John (junior's) shoulder of lamb that had been cooking hangi-style was dug up. This turned put to be as tender as any meat I'd had. Stuart's pigeon was next on the menu. This was the first time I'd had this

meat and it certainly proved tasty enough if rather strong.

The whole meal was a prefect example of cooking from fresh in the field with additional foraged ingedients. The food was washed down by even more port passed around in a traditional drinking horn. More than a few "toasts to the woods" were made from the Horn of Plenty.

Mark and Les showed their talents on the guitar and others including me showed their talent-less singing accompaniment. By midnight, the hammocks were calling. The calls of the owls were drowned out by 9 snoring bushcrafters.

A gloriously fine day greeted us when we awoke. After breakfast, the sad chore of packing up came and went. The others pulled out bows and arrows, while unfortunately I had to head back. This was another great weekend where shared knowledge and skills came to the fore. As with previous group meets in other areas, it is the

comradeship of people sharing a common interest around the open fire that makes gatherings like this such a special event.

Many thanks to John who organised the meet and to Peter who owns the land. Here's to many more... AHHH!! No more toasts!!

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