Back in quasi-rural Essex, we also have ground though it’s not like London ground. A walk
around Dedham (Constable country) revealed plenty of fields.
But after a few arty days in the metropolis a field can look a lot like some minimalist piece of land art:
And the things to be found on the ground here are local too. Such as potatoes that had been rejected by the mechanical potato harvesters:
And in fact some of these spuds (not the ones above) looked perfectly edible so I picked up a couple to take home. I keep wondering if this was foraging or scavenging.
Also on the ground was a warning sign that had fallen off an electric fence:
The best thing about that notice is that each of those names sounds like a band or musical act, plenty of electronica of course, but with regional variations from country to country – and frankly I’d be prepared to give any of them a listen but I’d have highest hopes for Schrikdraad.
‘When you want to get down, down on the ground, Shrikdraad.’
And then in the Dedham Arts and Craft Centre I bought the selected works of Lenin for 3 quid. Want to see a picture of Lenin walking? Well, why not:
Want to see a picture of the book and two potatoes I 'foraged'? Both book and potatoes are bigger than they appear.
