My own plant journey started when I was a child.
I’d take myself off for hours at a time exploring the miles of fields and small woods that greeted me at the back of my parent’s house.
I vividly remember the happiness and joy I experienced lying in glades of bluebells, the sun streaming down through the green leaves of trees that towered above me, deer only a few feet away.
Nature was my playground, and my very conservative mother would continually chastise me for having mud-encrusted trousers with knees and backside caked in the deep smell of earth and humus, green stained and grinning like the scallywag that I was.
At school, I would run off with my friends across the farmers’ fields, pick wild berries and nibbly things, and on frosty Autumnal days gorge ourselves on Sweet Chestnuts.
And so my love of the land deepened without even realising it, and all the growing, flying, slithering, crawling and walking things on it were seen as friends rather than something to fear. Earth was good, dirt was good.
When I was 19 I moved to North Devon and discovered land even wilder than that which I knew as a child. I suddenly found myself amongst people who had a vast knowledge of crafts, art and country-ways.
I was befriended by a couple who would take me out on lazy days and show me the hedgerow larder that was right in front of my eyes.
We feasted on many wild edible plants, including fresh fish caught from the sea only 2 miles away. Good fellowship and good eating.
Circumstances required me to eventually leave, and I entered the world of cities, concrete and steel. I never totally lost my feel for the land, but the responsibility of bringing up a small child meant that my focus went elsewhere, and into earning a living.
I am a former drug and alcohol addict, and foraging saved my life. Literally.
Fifteen years ago the call of the wild beckoned me once again, and so I forage and feast every day as I walk the land and receive from the Earth what she chooses to give me, continually learning the “art of the forager”.
These days I am a sensory botanist and although this blog is focused on British wild edible plants, I also travel the world listening to and following the ancient whispers that talk to me through my heart and imagination.
My plant mentor was Frank Cook, and that chance meeting changed my life. It’s the reason you are on this site and why I teach foraging courses.
I hope you find my site useful? If there is something that you would like covered, please do get in-touch, and I’ll try to oblige.
Happy gathering.
