A story about fishing

As this venison story sharing, I would love to share my first week-end on the coast in my "little" island.
That was last week-end!
I believe that hunting and fishing are very local ways (so I do not have questions really),
though we can share and learn sthg by comparing.
Also about the feelings, the experiment!
And it was great.

Though my boyfriend knows fishing since childhood, we got only 4 fish, and night fishing was totally unsuccessful.
Seems that it came from the moon.

We had to go down a cliff, and it seemed that it was impossible, but there was a way to pass every time, and it used to be a path down to a harbor. Now the stone walls are very damaged, so you must be careful.
I lerned how difficult it is to walk in a place where you were not born.
Walking is a skill that should be taken more into account.

About walking, down there, at sea level but jumping from stone to stone, that was even more visible.
Only 200m, max 300... to go to a sand beach.
Imagine that I had good shoes and only 1 rucksack, and had to be slow and careful...
HE had only a pair of flip-flops!
And he also carried a rucksack + a bag in 1 hand and the fishing stuff in the other...
And he was walking as if in a street....

I learned how to take some lapas and how to eat them.
This seashell is a sort of "chinese pointed hat".
They are protected but in some places you can harvest them, only for personal eating.

He took some crabs, but I do not dare, because if you fail, they don't!

I will share more when I have more time, see you later aligator!

That sounds so adventurous! I'm not familiar with your prior posts, where was this? How did you get there? Is this a place you live? Sorry if I seem nosey, I'm just very interested!

That was in the north of the island where I live, La Palma in the Canaries.
And sorry I had not taken my camera...

So I was talking about the real skill you need to be able to walk in nature.
Really, LET YOUR KIDS WALK!
I really think that we have to take it into account in permaculture.
We lack skills that cannot be learned quickly.
It is about practise, and kid's practise is he best,
they integrate it.

My own harvest was only about a few seashells....
But what a pleasure and what an adventure!
I got aware of it when I found myself so PRIMITIVE:
I started laughing when I realized I was absolutely alone during a couple of hours,
swimming naked in a natural rocky pool,
and then looking for a stone, and unplugging 2 shells from the rock,
and then use each shell as a knife and spoon to eat...

When you live with all the usual modern security,
this is a luxury.
Fishing and hunting are part of this fundamental living presence, so much more than any other way to get food!

I was nearly thinking I was playing in a remake of the movie "alone".

One of the main reasons to homeschool- the children have more time to move their bodies! I am taking a lot of care and thought to design our farm as habitat for child development. One of our children is on the autism spectrum and was born with disordered sensory processing systems. He has so much need for movement and a good "sensory diet" and the other children also need movement and sensory input. Climbing, swinging, balancing, carrying heavy things, pulling, pushing, all these.

Your adventure sounds delightful. We are in a coastal area and I grew up galloping on top of the rocks at the shore, pretending to be a little mountain goat.

From "eating", fishing or hunting have become just mainly "hobbies".
I mean that even if you eat your harvest,
it is somehow a luxury:
you would have had something to eat without it.

So I knew I was touching a fundamental experience, with the consciousness that on one level it was a play.
I want to mix play, work, hobby, real life, fulfiling my needs...

I think it is important for children that play be real.
When we think "it's good for you/us", this is mental.
This is true for eating and for exercising, we look for what is good and healthy.

Your play ground at the shore was not separated from life, it was not only for week-ends, it was using real life, real ground, as a play ground.
If you can do this in your farm, great.
I mean that it be part of the farm, not a place made only for children so that they can play.
When I walk I do not exercise for my health, I REALLY go from one place to another because I need it.

What makes it magic is that I have to, I focus on the goal and not on the mean.
So, from the mental knowledge that it is "good", I dive into the more fundamental part of the brain, the sense of life.

We spent 2 nights there, in 2 diferent caves.
The 1st cave was used by fishermen and was very dirty, with cigartettes ends and old bateries on the floor.
It was stinking and we slept with our heads nearly outside!
It was not very nice, with some little stones falling (the drawback of nice cliffs! And some big stones can sometimes come down)

Some sea birds made a lot of noise when night came, they are called "pardela".
It is Cory's shearwater (Calonectris diomedea)

The next day when we went to put our sleeping bags into a huge natural cave, we had to clean some of their white dirt from the only place without rocks we could find. But we found this still cleaner than human dirt.... Well I only hoped they would not drop on us at night, and that not too many would come with their terrible noise. Well actually at the end of august, the adults already stay at sea.

When I was lying down in my sleeping bag, the cave was so huge that I could see completely the ursa major constellation.
I could ear some pardellas at distance.
Suddenly, I felt like an arrow passing on top of me!
I heard it and also felt the air.
A pardella coming home.
I made only a half jump when the second came home.
And they had their nest near the ground at 5 meters.
We saw one with the light, that was cute!

The next morning I was alrready awake when I felt the first one stepping on me!
I lifted my head just in time to see its last step on a rock and flying away.
The second one, still nothing.
20mn later, the caracteristic sarcastic "laugh"!
Maybe it did not dare going away?

And not even 1 bird dropping on the sleeping bags, great!

This bird used to be part of the insulars diets.
Pardela's hunting is absolutely prohibited now.
I felt lucky to have seen one that near.