Foraging Philosophy

A Meeting in the Woods

Its not often a forager enjoys being spotted “at work”. We aren’t doing anything wrong, but for myself, and several other foragers I know, we don’t like been seen when gathering, especially the more finite resources like fungi. Worse, infinitely worse, is bumping into somebody in a treasured foraging spot and realising, with a sense of horror, that they are also foraging. Its like going to the cellar and finding a stranger tucking into that sloe gin that’s just about ready. Or that dread feeling from childhood when you realise your best friend is playing with somebody else.