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Fungi Safari- mycelial adventures along the River Spey!

On the 20th-22nd September 2013;  we embarked on a weekend adventure with forager extraordinaire Mark Williams of Galloway Wild Foods.

The focus of the journey was to discover, explore, sample and enthuse about mycelia and their fruits along the River Spey in prime Fungi season.  Our mode of transport was four traditional crafts known as Open Canoes.

We offered our expertise to six lucky adventurers who wild camped, traveling to remote woodland locations along the River and foraging along the way.  We had wholesome and physical days, scented with mycelial signatures and hearty meals around the campfire at night.

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Kids With Guns…

It took 20 years… an ‘intervention’ by an attentive mentor and it could have been minutes.

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‘Something about problem solving…’

‘Something about problem solving’
That’s the shortest brief i think i’ve ever received. Venture Scotland, are a successful charity who offer a 12 month personal development course for disadvantaged young people, and had called me in at short notice; i was glad to accept.

They’d asked me in to deliver a five day residential course for twelve 16-30 year olds with a team of three volunteers during the ‘problem solving’ phase of the ‘Journey’ programme. After a staffing issue a day before the trip was due to go out,I asked for the aims and objective to which a development worker replied : ‘Do something about problem solving.’

I wanted to share some reflections on fulfilling such a brief and how the experience of flow learning can positively influence the seemingly conflicting needs of safety, fun and learning for participants and volunteers…

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Keep it (Ancest)real- Bogles at Breakfast.

What put the ‘w’ in ‘whole’?

That’s the kind of nonsensical self-talk I get when I rise up in the predawn. Stoke the stove, shake on the clothes, fill the kettle and head out to welcome the day and ‘water the horses’. This day, we were to get triply warm. A large, bright, blazing promise built the night before. It took with the first match….

pre dawn fireCup of Tea. Porridge with my lover. Flickering flame chasing, sucked skyward; sun-rising and an atmosphere descending, seemingly sucked down as the flames tickle the heavens. Aye, it can be pretty poetic before 7am when you’ve woken up in a tent.

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