The last week of July: 'Swan Upping'

I have looked upon those brilliant creatures

And now my heart is sore

All’s changed since I, hearing at twilight,

The first time on this shore,

The bell-beat of their wings above my head,

Trod with a lighter tread.

From 'The Wild Swans at Coole' by W B Yeats (1865-1939)

Do all swans really belong to the Queen?  They don't actually -  it's only unmarked Mute swans living on open water that do.  The Queen is the 'Seigneur of the Swans' and once a year all her swans on the Thames are counted and checked. This is the ancient ceremony of  'Swan Upping'. The Queen's official Swan Marker carries out the check on her behalf and on behalf of of two Worshipful Companies; the Dyers and the Vintners, who were granted joint ownership with the Sovereign as far back as the fifteenth century. 

Swan Upping takes place in the last week of July. The Queen's Swan Marker, the Royal Swan Uppers and the Swan Uppers of the Vintners' and Dyers' livery companies all wearing their distinctive red livery, row six traditional Thames skiffs from Sunbury Lock to Abingdon. It takes five days and all the swans on the river are checked for their general health and wellbeing and new cygnets are ringed.

The eating of swan has never been common, but it was something that would have crowned an important feast.  The kitchens at Hampton Court being as they are, very close to the Thames, were one of the places roast swan was prepared and served. Another was in the stupendous sixteenth century dining hall of St John's College in Cambridge, which had a special dispensation from the monarch to serve swan on important occasions.  St John's has on its outer walls, which adjoin the River Cam some (now happily disused) swan traps.

Here’s what the ‘Forme of Cury’ written in about 1390 says about how to cook a swan.

For to dihyte a swan. Tak & vndo hym & wasch hym, & do on a spite & enarme hym fayre & roste hym wel; & dysmembre hym on þe beste manere & mak a fayre chyne, & þe sauce þerto schal be mad in þis manere, & it is clept Chaudon.

For to dish a swan. Take & undo him & wash him, & do on a spit & lard him fair & roast him well; & dismember him on the best manner & make a fair carving, & the sauce thereto shall be made in this manner, & it is called Chaudon.

The chaudon is a sort of sauce made from the blood and guts of the bird. The neck of the swan was served separately in the same way as country people in France still serve the necks of geese, stuffed and braised. 

The music for the cantata 'Carmina Burana' was written in the 1930s by the German composer Carl Orff.  Orff set to music the words of a collection of Latin poems by the same name. They were written by wandering scholars in the 11th and 12th centuries and many are drinking songs, some witty, some naughty and one about a poor swan about to be roasted.

Once I had dwelt on lakes, once I had been beautiful, when I was a swan. Poor wretch! Now black and well roasted!
The cook turns me back and forth; I am roasted to a turn on my pyre; now the waiter serves me. Poor wretch! Now black and well roasted!
Now I lie on the dish, and I cannot fly; I see the gnashing teeth. Poor wretch! Now black and well roasted!

The music is appropriately screechy at this point!

Of course all swans are now protected by the Wildlife and Countryside Act, which prohibits the taking of eggs or the killing of birds.  But low flying swans are often victims of power lines. Whooper swans fly from Iceland to the Orkneys every winter and are often electrocuted and fall to the ground undamaged but very dead.

The correct procedure when you find a dead swan is to report it to the local RSPB warden who will then tell you to dispose of it, but this is only a recommendation and it is not a legal requirement. When the Master of the Queen’s Music, Sir Peter Maxwell Davies came home one day to his house on the Orkney island of Sanday, he was surprised to find the police there to question him about a dead swan they had spied hanging on his property.  Max then offered them a slice of swan terrine, and the fat really was in the fire! Orcadians hang the dead swans for four days and then cook the leg and breast meat.  If the swan is already dead this is perfectly legal, just like eating roadkill.

The police weren’t happy about two swans wings that Max had in his shed either. These were drying so they could be used in the local school nativity play….

After consulting with the RSPB and realizing that the eminent composer always informed them when he found a dead swan, no further action was taken, but there were red faces at the Constabulary.

Anyway don’t worry I’m not going to eat swan and I draw the line at road kill. The swans in Penzance are sea swans and you often see them in family groups sailing majestically across the bay, I think they might taste a bit fishy.

Swans made me think of rivers, rivers made me think of fresh trout and of that most English of herbs - fresh watercress. So here is a delicate trout dish.

Cold baked trout with watercress sauce

I'm sure you don't need me to tell you how to bake a trout, but in case you do, I put my gutted trout into a shallow dish, put a knob of butter inside the fish with a slice of lemon and covered it with foil. I then baked it in a hot oven (200c) for about 20 minutes. I think trout is horrible hot and best when it's barely warm so I allowed it to cool for about half an hour before I skinned it.

The sauce is similar to a classic sauce ravigote, which is a sort of citrussy pick me up, it's one of those delicious things that you keep tasting until you are satisfied with the balance of flavours. The ingredients are infinitely variable. This is what I used.

Watercress - about a quarter of a bag
About a tablespoon each of chopped parsley, tarragon and dill 
3 spring onions 
3 anchovies 
1 dessertspoon of capers
A couple of pieces of pickled cucumber
Olive oil, lemon juice, a teaspoon of Dijon mustard

Chop the herbs and onions together finely. Add the chopped pickles, the finely chopped capers and the chopped up anchovies. Mix together then add a tablespoon of lemon juice and slightly more olive oil and the mustard, stir together and taste it. You might need a bit more oil or mustard and a grind or two of pepper. Leave to stand for an hour or so.
Serve over the cooled fish. I garnished the whole thing with fresh nasturtium leaves and seeds.
By the way, if you are a vegetarian, this sauce is delicious with grilled halloumi or cold poached eggs, you can just leave out the anchovies and if you wish add a little marmite with the oil... Enjoy!

Not a quack, not a quack, not a waddle or a quack
But a glide and a whistle and a snowy white back 

And a head so noble and high 

Say who’s an ugly duckling? 

Not I! 

From ‘The Ugly Duckling’ words and music by Frank Loesser (1910-1969)


Mary Beth said...

Liz, always a delight to check your blog and find a new post! Like a little present for my day. (I can hear that "Ugly Duckling" song from one of the bajillion kids' cd's that my son used to listen to).

But also wanted to say you came to mind frequently last month. I decided to read Susan Howatch's earlier books (after reading her C of E novels) and found myself in Cornwall when I got to "Penmarric". SO interesting to get more than history but a sense of place as well. I swear, I am becoming the accidental anglophile (or is it Anglophile?)

Liz Woods said...

I don't think I've ever read Penmarric! But I read the C of E novels a few years now you've got me heading for the second hand book shelves in the charity ( thrift) shops of which Pz has too many these days. Have you tried the Winston Graham 'Poldark' series? They are a terrific evocation of late 18 c Cornwall...and then there's Daphne du Maurier's books - very dark and moody...and we've just had the Penzance Literary Festival, where I heard Jane Johnson speak, her book 'The Tenth Gift' starts with a pirate raid on Pz that really happened ....those will keep you going for a bit! Blessings Mary- Beth lovely to know you are out there. X

Barbara said...

Love this blog. Always learn about events & traditions new to me as an American. Thank you.

Liz Woods said...

You are welcome Barbara, I love those espaliers on your garden pear espalier in my little front garden has 31 pears this year...looking forward to cooking with them in about 6 weeks. There's a post coming up here on the 15th with a painting you might like. x

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