I’ve been making nettle tea today. Do you think I’ve got enough nettles to keep me going? Only question is how do I keep those cows off them…
The visit to the nettle patch is always fraught with danger.
Do I walk round the outside of the house, through the field gate and back across the field – have to navigate the cowpat minefield.
Do I step over the fence – my little legs are just not quite long enough. Maybe 1cm too short. It’s a rough fence…….
Do I climb the fence – some muppet decided to cover this side of the fence with wire netting to keep the dog from escaping. This means that I have no natural footholds.
Do I jump the fence – would be the best option but that barbed wire is uncomfortably close. The jump requires a sudden stop on landing. Unfortunately I am no gymnast and I’m the type of person who tends to generate a lot of forward momentum….
The last nettle hunt resulted in a number of injuries. An initial attempt to step over the fence was painfully abandoned midway. Then an attempt to climb resulted in a couple of cuts to my shin and knee. Finally a jump did as expected generate significant forward momentum. The barbed wire was approaching far too fast. A rather panicky pirouette did avoid the barbed stuff, unfortunately the momentum took me headfirst into the nettle patch. I was scratching for days….
So I was undertaking my risk assessment for the adventure when Son asked what I was doing. After explaining the problem and the various options. He gave me one of those looks, shrugged and walked off.
“Dad why don’t you just lean over the fence and pick the nettles that you can reach safely…”
Suddenly tea making is so much safer….