Monday, 9 March 2020

Primitive Pottery Day



Whether rightly or wrongly bushcraft can have  a masculine, macho feel to it, especially if you also chuck in the miltary and prepper aspect so when I saw a primitive pottery course advertised my first thought was that it was towards the more gentle end of the many disciplines that this hobby can encompass. 

It was however a chance to try something that wasn't within my skill set or perhaps even my comfort zone as clay was a medium I last dabbled in at school. I quickly got myself booked onto this day and then waited for, quite literally, several months to pass before the day came.


It was a new course being run by Paul Smith, a largely self-taught instructor who seemed to suddenly appear in the bushcrafty corners of social media (have a look at his 'Who am I?' video on his Youtube channel here) and Dan Aylmer was hosting it on a cool but rain free day at Bushcraft UK Wilderness Living Skills HQ near Basingstoke.

We had to park offsite due to the wettest recorded Febuary ever in the history of the universe which had turned the track and parking area into a bit of a mudfest. If you attend a course here in fairer weather the place is pretty easy to find, if the elements dictate that you have to meet up at the nearby garden centre as we did it is very easy to find too.



As mentioned earlier this was the first pottery course that was being run so I decided to think things through and bring some bits that might help maximise my experience. The first on the list were some fossiled plant stems, I'd seen a potter using a piece of ammonite to add markings to a bowl rim but when I checked my small fossil collection I didn't have a suitable piece so I went with a plan B, the second thing was some tallow I made on an Autumn camp last year with a view to making an oil lamp on the day, some sticky mud from a field near me to ask Paul if it was suitable and a Swiss Army knife just because.


Well sadly the mud I'd brought along was just that, mud...Very clay-like but he showed all of us the difference between my sample and the real thing. I was very childish and turned it into a poo.

   

Paul started us off with some clay manipulation to get a feel for it, to see how it behaves and to hunt out any impurities before moving onto a simple first project, namely beads. I used the small blade on my penknife to fashion some basic patterning and a pointy hole making stick and whilst I was happy with my efforts it was clear that Paul had done this many times as his looked like he'd carved Oak galls they were that round and smooth.

 

We then progressed to things like pendants and other such baubles (a tanged arrowhead in my case) and this is where I started to try using the fossils and practiced on a spare piece of clay. They have clear segmented sections but they didn't mark the clay in quite as pronounced way as I'd have liked but I still used it around the pendant's edge. The unintended discovery was that the fossil has a five point star profile and it made a pleasing indent. I made the lanyard hole star shaped and then decided on Nordic runes with "bow" on one side and "fire" on the other (hopefully).


Time seemed to fly by and we soon called a halt to the morning's activities to get cleaned up for dinner. Luckily there was a crystal clear stream flowing on the edge of the basecamp which was useful.


Dan had been busy getting the grub knocked up as we broke and once it was ready we retired to a tarp covered shelter to consume it.

 

After a leisurely chat over lunch we reconvened to start looking at pinch pots, followed by coil pots after that. I used the pinch pot method to start fashioning my pre-planned oil lamp. It was effectively an elongated pot with a dropped point at one end, perhaps a little on the deep side but I was happy enough with it. 


I've included this shot because it kind of shows the vibe of the day. Paul had said it would have a laid back feel and it was indeed the case. Fellow attendees Dom and Russell were well versed in the bushcraft arts (as was Paul of course) so there was a lot of chat, and Paul's wife was a useful person for me to talk to about sewing and stitching. 

Also in attendance was freelance instructor Chris Lundgren who has worked with the likes of Coastal Survival and Dyrad Bushcraft. He was on site to deliver a green wood working day on the Sunday and was someone who I'd previously only had fleeting conversations with at shows so it was good to spend some time chatting with him too.

All that said there were also moments of extended silence as we processed and engaged our imaginations as objects were formed.

 

Predictably as we finished our pinch pots we moved onto the slightly more consuming coil pots. Pinch pots are, as the name suggests, made by 'pinching' and manipulating hole in a ball of clay whereas a coil pot is made by starting with a small thicker walled pot and adding coils of clay to the rim and moulding it.

I made a small coil pot and then decided to make a reciprocal coil lid  which I'm pleased to say fits rather well.


So two shots of what I'd managed to make, one featuring the poo and one without. Overall I was really pleased with my output. You can hear Chris asking me a technical turd question in the Youtube video to accompany this blog. 


We gathered around the fire and whilst it was technically already lit Paul wanted to demonstrate a primitive way of lighting one. He displayed a very tidy flint and and iron pyrites technique before blowing a tinder bundle into flame.

Paul was going to fire some bits he's got but we didn't have any of our creations considered, why? Any clay creation needs to stand for a week before any firing is attempted so of course that rules new stuff out.


There is a gently does it series of steps when firing and during the process the pieces went from fudge coloured, to black...


...And then almost magically to a terracotta red colour. The process was almost alchemical in the way it happened. 


Once cooled Paul kindly gave us all a pendant from the firing, as well as being a momento of the day it will also a good comparison/ guide to the colour our homebound efforts should be. On top of that Chris also generously gave us all a Hazel whistle too.

This was a day that exceeded my expectations and it's always a bonus to have a good crowd to converse with too. Obviously I'll take the tallow home as I need to fire the lamp first of course, fingers crossed that everything will survive my attempt.


Finally, here's the Youtube video to accompany this blog.

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Friday, 21 February 2020

A Kelly Kettle Brew From Poo




I have had an outdoors itch that I needed to scratch for a while, and that was to experiment to see if I could power a Kelly Kettle with dried horse poo to give me a brew. I collected some frozen horse droppings (probably, no certainly to the disgust of my family) and in the accompanying Youtube video that I did I couldn't recall how long the poop had been drying...I guessed at a year, it was actually three! 

As I did the video I pretended to eat a piece of the poop on the pretence of seeing it mentioned as a possible survival food on the internet! I declare that is wasn't so at the end...


I don't know what the dried weight of the 'fuel' was but I had around a dozen of the 'biquette' style fewmets (when likened to Deer scat) and initially I tried lighting them with a single match. They scorched the droppings but didn't quite take.

 

I then introduced a piece of waxed card firelighter which will of course have added a little additional heat but I wasn't being too scientific, just curious with the fuel source, this had the desired effect.

 

With only  a small amount of water to heat the efficient Kelly Kettle had me some boiling water within 2-3 minutes-Success. I probably won't be rushing out to collect more poo but I'm glad I did this little test.


Having had a post experimental internet hunt I found this bbc link regarding the burning of horse poo. And if you are interested the video is below.



Saturday, 15 February 2020

Wood Pile Bowdrill Challenge

A while ago now I challenged myself to make and sucessfully use a Silver Birch bowdrill made from fire wood I had.

Recently I decided to tidy my wood pile up, it's located in my gardena nd is a mix of fire wood from my in-laws (the had a chimney fire and got shot of it), and various a.n.other wood that I've had the fortune to get hold of...A real mix and match.

With the Silver Birch challenge coming to mind plus the lack of recent bowdrill practice I decided to keep an eye out for any decent bits of wood that I could try again with.



Whilst I was involved in Scouting I used to collect every single large and small straight sticks with a view to adding them to my A frame shelter building kit, 


 

Time had taken it's toll on a fair few of them so if they survived a forty five degree pressure bend they lived, if it snapped the bits went into my Frontier stove which was both handy for getting shot of the wood and a source of warmth on a clear but cold winter day. A great excuse to get it out and fired up! I have to say thanks to Canvas Tent Shop who put this up for a prize which I was happy to win.


With bow drill in mind I was obviously keeping an eye out for straight sticks to fashion a drill out of, I actually found some very early ones which in the main were fat, short and rather punky. A bit embaressing to say that I did copious reading before starting my self-taught bowdrill journey.

This discarded spoon blank was an interesting find as it wasn't a bad shape at all and was a puzzle why I'd ditched it half done.

 I'd previously found mice in the pile which made me jump a foot in the air so I was wary of more encounters, but I suspect a Grey Squrirrel had started a midden mound by de-shelling and troughing peanuts in there. Interestingly I don't put nuts in shells on my bird table so a furry-tailed rat must have come from another garden.


A couple of other interesting pauses were to look at a woven Wren's nest that did actually get built in. Apparently males build several nests to attract the ladies and luckily he didn't use this one as it was really near the wood and I needed the shelter stuff for Cubs around that time. The fungus is a Cramp ball which appeared on what is almost certainly Ash whilst it was in the pile. It's a useful  addition to a firelighting kit as it takes a spark well when dry. Upon further examination of the wood it showed a decent colony of them.


Towards the end of my tidy the rain started coming down so I did a bit of a bodge-it set up of my 3 x 3 tarp to finish off, it certainly gave it a bit of a camp feel.


So with the tidy up finished attention turns to the bow drill set. The bow is curved but a bit short and the wood of unknown origin and is powered by the paracord that was securing the wood bundles, the bearing blocks looks to be coniferous and whilst seasoned it is very damp, the drill is almost certainly Hazel and the base Lime which is actually a decent drill/ board combination. 


The set bedded in nicely and smoked well but the board was just the wrong side of punky and two efforts on it resulted in corners pinging off the depression. I wondered as well if the first length of paparcord I used might have been an old worn bowdrill length relegated to stick tying duties as the cordage slipped a few times whilst bowing. I changed it for the second attempt but I ended up with worn cordage which I've put down the the drill being really rough.


I decided to change the key componants completely, I'm fairly sure I found another piece of Lime for the base although not 100% because there wasn't any tell tale bark on this piece like the last, and the drill was again swopped for another Hazel length that had less abrasive bark. I was pleased to get to a sucessful ember but having not practiced in a while I felt my technique rather ring rusty, and videoing it was interesting for me to look at and critique (my eldest son has said that making Youtube videos is very narcissistic!).


Monday, 20 January 2020

Winter Walk in Wendover Woods


I discovered Wendover Wood on the interent by chance. The wood's website has next to no information concerning possible flora and fauna and an internet  search for a detailed list was lacking but for a single, and rather neglected blog called Walk Among Flowers. 

 

The (last) entry dated 21st June 2011 details a walk that takes in the wood and suggest that it is mostly a mixture of Beech and Fir, the above shots of Scots Pine and Beech mast were taken in and around the car park and whilst the two species are common it doesn't paint the full picture.

 


After a coffee at the decent but soon to be busy cafĂ© we elected to try and find the designated Firecrest Walk (one of the few species mentioned on the website). My son confidently lead us in the right direction...Or so he thought and we end up on the Hill Fort Trail. As we went along I took a picture of all the tree types that I saw after the Scots Pine and Beech so quickly I recorded Yew, Holly, Ash, Spruce... 


...Horse Chestnut, Lime, Hazel, Hawthorn... 

 

...Pendunculate Oak, Box, Alder and Ash.


A lot of the spruce trees had copious amounts of resin issuing from wounds, I gathered token amounts from several trees for a forthcoming project which I need a bit of pine pitch glue for.


From a distance this non-coniferous tree in full leaf had me puzzling, but closer examination revealed a specimen covered in a big Ivy growth.


The website suggested that there would be the chance to see the surrounding countryside and this  slightly misty view was near the site of the Boddington hill fort. 


It is hard to visualise the true extent of this ancient site but it took some time to traverse it, and whilst there's not much to signify the areas former usage there was a tantalising glimpse of the mount that surrounded it towards the back end. Imagine camping on such a historic site.


When discussing what time to leave home I'd come up with the earliest suggestion which  I argued was necessary to have a decent chunk of time to walk before dinner. We did this route quite quickly and as we headed back found a path the join the Firecrest walk which we had originally aimed for. 

Having seen plenty of tree types on the first walk we saw or heard little sign of any animals and birds, the Firecrest walk was different. Initially the trees were mostly Beech but gave way to a mixture and we stopped to look at the bird activity high up in the canopy.

We saw Blue, Coal and Great Tits, Nuthatches, Treecreepers and what we are fairly sure were Firecrests. Being high up you barely get a flash of the crest to distinguish them from Goldcrests but we had several encounters and have had to assume we've successfully seen Firecrests.


Whilst straining our necks we could also here a gruff Corvid like call a way away, it turned out to be a small unkindness of Ravens (one of the collective noun names). I only had the idea to try and capture it on my camera once most had left but one is better than none. Click on the above image with the volume up. Despite their size and number we only briefly saw one fly away.


It was whilst scoping for the Ravens that I noticed that the trees in front of me weren't Spruces, they were actually Balsam Firs which brings the tree list up to thirteen. 

Note the little horizontal blisters which, if you pierce, are full of resin which has a smell sort of similar to honey. You can see that a couple have burst a while ago. there's a very good blog post on the tree resin's medicinal property by Paul Kirtley here).



It wasn't all about trees and birds. We also saw lot of Bracken, Travellers Joy, Brambles, Arum, Nettles, Cleavers, Clematis, Wood Sorrel, Broom, Gorse and even a lone Herb Robert flower. And to top it off, some Elder leaves out.


 Having visited to see what the wood was like I consider the fact that I am lagging behind my family taking pics to be a successful visit, much like the first picture in this blog actually. We stopped at the now heaving cafĂ© for a bite and got out of the carpark before hitting the next price band by eight minutes.

If you visit and will be heading eastbound down the A41 then turn left not right out of the one way exit road because by the time my sat nav caught up I had, shall we say, the scenic route. 

As a place to visit will be a guaranteed return in warmer and more verdant months as any trees I missed will be betrayed to me by their leaves (I didn't see any Birch or Willows for instance) and the blog I mentioned earlier listed many interesting plants and flowers in and around the locality with the Wildlife Trust run Aston Clinton Ragpits nature reserve boasting many orchid and butterfly species close by.