The thing about April Fools is, there’s a moment when one’s heart feels open in its gullible desires. I know this film is a classic for many British people of a certain age. It’s probably been shown infinitely on telly, but I’d never seen it until a few days ago. With my interest in local food, and eating traditions, there were a brief few seconds when I was wondering, what is this beautiful moss (I thought of it as hanging moss) that grows in Switzerland, and in what way is it edible?
Then I realised it was a joke. But I’d enjoyed that ephemeral mental space of soft believing.