Monday, October 25, 2010


I accidentally listened to a radio programme today that was discussing foraging. I was shocked and amazed at some of the comments and I've spent a couple of hours mulling over what I heard.

I think foraging is great - I get great satisfaction from going out and about finding food, taking just what I need, thanking nature and going home to prepare food for my family.

I was amazed by many of the negative comments on the radio show in partiuclar the one that implied it wasn't 'natural' and that it's bad for the planet and we should go to the supermarket to get our food!!!!

I've looked at the website for the radio show which said about the show "and the National Trust says that foragers are wrecking the ecosystem."

So I've googled "National Trust and foraging" and what they actually said in the news report from Oct 20th was "There are various codes of conduct for pickers of wild mushrooms and other such produce, the first of which was published in 1998 by Natural England. These typically call on people to act responsibly, show restraint and leave some fungi, fruit or foliage behind.

"These were developed in response to fears that over-picking might harm woodlands and wildlife."

I'm not sure the average forager is that irresponsible and Mother Nature is amazing and far more robust than Natural England is giving her credit for.

So grab a cup of tea and check out Fergus the Forager . Go and see Heart & Soil to buy a beautiful foraging basket Then wrap up warmly and go foraging.

Wednesday, October 06, 2010


We are moving home.

Exactly 12 months after our last move we are putting our stuff in boxes, bags, vans and cars to turn another house into our home.

Last year when we moved it was a significant downsize and we gave so much stuff to Oxfam that our annual giving report they send so you can put a value on your altruism made me feel guilty. Guilty that we had acquired so much stuff.

So it starts again

Those boxes are full of books. Another pile have gone to Oxfam this week and the ones that are left are those that when you pick them up your heart races. You turn it over, smell the pages. You sit down right where you are and flick through the pages. They go on a pile by the side of your chair. The read before packing pile.

My books aren't stuff. Husband's tools aren't stuff. My yarn and needles aren't stuff. Teenogre's stuff isn't stuff. It's our life. It's who we are. Without our stuff are we just empty shelves?

Sunday, October 03, 2010