Seaweed wasn’t the only item on our agenda last week when we loaded our bikes into the back of the pickup. We were going to ride our bikes to explore the length of road blocked off to vehicles on Ridley Island. The five or so kilometre road was relatively flat with a few gentle hills, ending at an abandoned office building and a view of the bridge heading off Kaien Island. An easy sunny day ride for Lily and I (with Leif on the back of the Xtracycle) and also a great way to exercise Kep.
There was a moment when we were riding along the road with a thinning row of trees between us and the island’s shores, where the birds were making noises and Lily was singing; I completely forgot where I was. I looked through the trees, saw buildings and houses across the water and thought, “what the heck? Where am I?” I got even more confused as I searched my brain for the answer. I almost believed I was riding on Gabriola Island and looking out at Dodd Narrows and Cedar across the way.
Does this ever happen to you? Like when you wake up in the middle of the night and you can’t remember where you are and you can’t even imagine what your own bedroom looks like? Maybe I’ve moved too many times over the years; this is a common enough occurrence for me. I wonder if I should be worried about brain damage from poor choices made in my youth… ahem…
…back to seaweed. We stopped at the beach on the way back to the truck. We stashed our bikes in the forest and snacked, lounged and beachcombed. It was low tide and I had brought a number of bags with me to collect seaweed for my garden and happily sorted through the mounds of seaweed to separate it from the creatures living in amongst it.
I’ve been wanting to blog about this for a while. I’ve been collecting seaweed, hosing it off on my driveway (saving any living creatures and freeing them down at the waterfront) and adding the freshly rinsed seaweed to my garden beds. I thought this was an ingenious idea for foiling the many slugs we having living here. They’d be put off by any left over salt on the seaweed and fear crawling near it when it dries and is crispy. The seaweed would be a wonderful mulch and fertiliser as it rots and all would be well.
Not so, as I soon learned, at least on the slug front. Those damn slugs hide under the seaweed and are even eating some of it! Regardless, I’m still collecting it when I can to mulch and fertilise my beds. The slugs, well, I’ve been picking them off and out of my garden by hand instead. More labour intensive but it’s effective thus far.