Abene vs Cap Skirring
It’s been the regional football finals in Abene this last week or two and I wandered along for a look, which will surprise those that know me as I find the game a little dull.
To be frank, the match didn’t hold my attention for long, but it was good to see almost everyone from the village and to see the ecstatic responses as Abene was winning. Local women sold little frozen sugary fruit drinks, freshly roasted peanuts and other snacks. Local “cheer leaders” in orange dresses chanted and danced in formation with the occasional break out into the crazy diola flap. Some exceedingly funky local music played over a sound system whilst a commentator spoke at break neck speed. And during the important matches, but not the one I saw, djembe groups thrash along to the beat of the game.
Everyone poured out afterwards (I’d already sneaked out to Fredericks bar) and then a rickity old bus appeared to take the away fans home. The driver was a big man and he got out and came over to shake my hand. Khady explained this was the same bus we’d crashed in last year. I was amazed, although it did look as if it was stuck together with spit. This big man was actually the owner of the bus, not last years driver – he was in prison.
My Pineapple pit
For a few years, it’s been one of my ambitions to have a pineapple pit. And now I have one. I’m quite easily pleased.
I first heard about them in Cornwall when I visited the Eden project to meet the founder Tim Smit. I’d been out of the country for the millenium and so missed the hype and thought it was just a big garden centre, so I was pleasantly surprised and impressed by the biodomes and what they’d achieved. Tim was one of the most impressive chaps I’ve met. He spoke to a group of us for an hour and it was like a cross between a motivational speech and stand up comedy. He left me with many pearls of wisdom about not giving in to the man, always having a “bit of swash and buckle” and telling “future truths”. Whilst I was there I nipped down to see the lost gardens of Heligan. These were old Victorian gardens that had become overgrown and lost when all the gardeners went off to France in 1914. Tim had rediscovered and developed them prior to Eden and they were a truly beautiful spectacle in an already spectacular part of England.
|Part of the jungle biodome in Eden|
Anyway, the Victorians had pineapple pits – hot holes in the ground full of compost where they grew the tropical fruit under glass.
We had dug a fairly deep pit to get sand for the house bricks which then filled with water. When I macheted all the undergrowth a few weeks ago, I dumped it in the hole forming a compost soup. It’s now drying out and it is time to plant a bunch of pineapples.
We normally work in the early morning and late afternoon. The middle of the day is too hot to do anything other than siesta or go to the beach, which we did today. Gulliver likes the water so we all went down to lay in the surf. Khady stood on something that slithered from under her foot. I said it was probably a fish. A friend, Ibby, was nearby with a machete. He ran down and stabbed at the water. Minutes later he hauled a manta ray from the water. Ten minutes later it was in the back of Kermit. I hacked it up which was difficult. The skin was sand paper rough like a shark. After throwing the guts and so on into the forest for Morris, Stumpy and Monty python, I lit a fire and then grilled it slowly over some hot coals Surprisingly, it tasted like very tender slow grilled lamb and went very well with a marinade of onion, mustard, lemon juice and chilli.