I am still recovering from a social attended on Saturday. There are two sorts of people around here, city retirees/second home owners and "locals". Social events of the well heeled retirees do not include the drinking of punch (an aptly named concoction) served from a milk churn with a lorry windscreen washer pump powered fountain. So the event was the 40th birthday of a local woman who lives up the lane. I saw no wine, the beer ran out before the afternoon did but the punch flowed until about 2am the following morning, I saw three cases of white rum under the "bar" (a farm trailer).
They know how to party and are able to get out of bed to tackle the day after, I didn't try on Sunday. I am still marvelling at the contraption used to roast a wild hog. It was a large steel frame to carry the unfortunate beast powered by another vehicle part repurposed, a wiper motor. The wiper motor had a small pulley driving a belt driving a bicycle wheel welded to the end of the hog carrier. The whole thing stood in front of god knows what huge cast iron box with oak logs fed in from the top. I regret not taking my phone to get some pics, never seen the likes.
I can confirm that roast wild pig with a tarragon and onion rub is very, very tasty. A diet of acorns, hazelnuts and various tubers makes for nice meat. Hunters registered 290 kills of wild pigs in the forest by my place last year and the farmers complain that there are still too many this year, they scoff maize and other crops.
A photo of a lucky/not so lucky hoglet that lived over the road for a few weeks before being found a home with humans. An orphan whose mother is probably in the happy hunting grounds of hog heaven (poachers sometimes hunt out of season which is truly terrible)