A night at the Bistro

wild camping on wild garlic

By The Bimbler

Back in Spring I headed to one of my regular wild camping spots for a peaceful night in the woods. With the mercury dropping below zero after dusk I assembled the tent then the ultralight wood burner. As I paced around the Allium Ursinum aka Wild Garlic which was carpeting the woodland floor gave off the familiar strong garlic scent but it was only later when the burner was lit that something unexpected happened… the stove heated the ground and the raw garlic slowly cooked. I spent a tranquil night dreaming of French Bistros which compensated for eating boring noodles.

Footnotes

Locations are deliberately anonymous. Some of them can be figured out by looking at the visual clues but It’s in the spirit of the true Bimbler that intrepid souls discover their own magical spots.

Button Label

FootNotes

Locations are deliberately anonymous. Some of them can be figured out by looking at the visual clues but It’s in the spirit of the true Bimbler that intrepid souls discover their own magical spots.

It's a wrap

A night at the Bistro

wild camping on wild garlic

FootNotes

The Taste of Spring Equinox

the technicolour dream tent

The crunchiest walk in Dorset

The Bimbler's Wild Leek recipe

a lesson in living light

Champignon of the World