Hello! Welcome to my web site

I hope that you enjoy it. Here you will find news of my latest books, articles and television programmes as well as news from the beekeeping garden and work as a caterer and freelance chef.

The site is designed to give you a flavour of my work, and bring you in touch with the cookery schools, restaurants and wilder places I work in, such as the Antarctic. I'll let you know through my blog where I will be demonstrating and teaching, so you can come along and say hello.

Right now the site is being constructed by MC3 - a smashing lot based in the heart of the Pennines - more content will be added to the site very soon, but for now you might want to check out my latest book - 'Bees and Beekeeping Explained' - out this week, or a couple of features coming up in the brilliant BBC Good Food Magazine.

Happy Cooking!

Gerard

seal rescue

My second to last day here. God I wish I was staying for a bit longer. Still, life must go on and there are things to do back at home. Today was an interesting one. A channel four film crew arrived to do some work on fish. But, more importantly for me, I went for a walk to Sooty Bluff and saw some seals. Lovely, noisy, farty mad giant Elephant seals and angry buy fey Fur seals that like to chase but not to bite, too often....Occasionally, though, there is chaos in the mad world of Fur seals. Five million of them live in the Southern Ocean, and 80 per cent of them on South Georgia.

bbq summer

A hot weekend here on South Georgia. Saturday was calm and still - perfect for cooking with the kitchen door open. I've been trying to perfect recipes here for the base members who, in the normal run of work, cook each day for one another. So, having useful bread recipes which work given their kitchen/oven/tins etc is a bonus. There has been a good deal of interest with almost all of the base members attending bread classes with me since I have been here. It's enjoyable - teaching people the few bits and bobs that really make a difference.

seal weigh-in!

bloody rain! today of all days, rain was not required here - for this was the day that we planned to weigh and sex a hundred fur seal pups and 50 penguin chicks. The activity, coordinated by base member Alastair, was part of a regular monitoring programme over at Maiviken - an hour or so's walk over the hill to the west. Torrential rain, thankfully not much wind, greeted the ten or so of us ass we set off on our task - armed with flasks, hugh's brownies and full of high spirits....

seal weigh-in!

bloody rain! today of all days, rain was not required here - for this was the day that we planned to weigh and sex a hundred fur seal pups and 50 penguin chicks. The activity, coordinated by base member Alastair, was part of a regular monitoring programme over at Maiviken - an hour or so's walk over the hill to the west. Torrential rain, thankfully not much wind, greeted the ten or so of us ass we set off on our task - armed with flasks, hugh's brownies and full of high spirits....

sunburnt

Having spent so many years in the Antarctic, I should know better. The lack of ozone here is acute - despite the ban on CFC's so many years ago. Keiron and I travelled over to the Banff peninsula on Thursday afternoon, just in time to walk to the Nordenskjold glacier to collect some ice for our gin. Not that that was the only reason, however. The glacier front is more than a kilometre wide - a fabulous feature of blue ice, shattered and immense. The sound of the ice calving from it's front is constant and menacing.

so where in the world am I?

As I sit by the window, I can see a stream of low cloud rushing into Cumberland Bay. Just above sea level, it is well below the lower mountains of the Banff Peninsula to the east. Cumberland Bay is in fact a large series of bays and inlets fed by glaciers on the central north coast of South Georgia. The two largest sections of the bay are known as Cumberland Bay West and East - I am tucked into the western coast of the latter, at a place called King Edward point - a kilometre, maybe less, from the whaling station at Grytviken. More about that in a minute.

south georgia marathon...

Well, here's an admission. I flaked out on the marathon. Well, it was only a half marathon, so I suppose that is strictly only being half-flakey. The problem, here, is that there are just too many interesting things to see and people to share experiences with. My plans to run were thwarted at the starting post, when as we lined up, I managed to get placed next to Mat Kenny and Katie Museum who planned to do the walk back to front - heading first to Myviken to the hut there before tackling Brown - a big lump of a hill at the back of the whaling station.

arrived at South Georgia

This is the first time I have had the chance to sit down and write since arriving last night from Stanley. The journey across has taken us six days in total - and it was absolutely fabulous. We sailed on a fishing trawler based out of Stanley - the New Polar - a 75 metre boat that fishes in the South Georgia and Falkland zones. The boat is home to 50 or 60 Spanish, Peruvian and Chilean blokes - an amazing group. There were five of us on board travelling as scientists and observers - taking the chance to see how the fishery works in practice.

Bleaker island visit

Just back in Stanley after a wonderful trip to see Mike Rendell on his organic farm on Bleaker island, just to the south of East Falkland. The flight over, in a small Islander plane is at low level - so that the coral white sand beaches and inlets really shine - sea lions, penguins and the odd cetacean are seen easily - it is stunning - think Hebridean white beaches and you are about there.

sunshine in Port Stanley

So, here I find myself with a mild sunburn. Sitting, out of the sun now, life is good. Cold, iced water and the promise of more to come in a few days, quite literally when I jump aboard the Sil, a Spanish fishing boat to sail to South Georgia. The boat is carrying out a sample survey for the Falklands' Government, so I will be working on the fish survey - factory setting, lots of tooth fish, smelly, cold, wobbly - should be quite an adventure.

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