Autumn foraging feast

Of all the seasons, foragers tend to love autumn the most. I suspect most of us would agree that while spring and summer are glorious, winter is often just too miserable and wet to bother, and it’s in the autumn months that wild foods really come into their own.

It is for good reason that Keats called this “the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness”. If you are like me, an accidental pyjama-clad and wellied stroll around the garden - which sometimes expands to the lane