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I bought a couple of issues of a new zine about the Peak District, aptly titled *Heath and Mud*. It’s very prettily presented, both inside and out (I can’t decide if I am charmed or disappointed that the creator wrote me a sweet note on the postcard that I now won’t be able to use). As you would expect, most of the articles are about outdoorsy things, but they’re not taking themselves too seriously and all the suggested walks include a pub or two. Beautiful photos, too: she must have a proper camera!
I went on a guided foraging walk this afternoon. Given the time of year, this unsurprisingly turned into a mushroom identification basics, although we did also try yew berries (do NOT eat the seed), which are a bit like lychee.
I already knew the kitchen electrics were a bit dodgy, from when I had the hob replaced, but so far today we have discovered that the switch I thought was the oven isolation is actually the boiler (which on a different floor) and that the actual oven one was boxed in behind a cupboard, on a double socket into the other half of which was plugged an extension lead buried in the wall leading to a wall socket. Oh, and the oven connection also had a spur running off it for another wall socket, which we discovered when the fridge light didn’t come on when the oven breaker was flipped.