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Last weekend I drove to Exmoor for a gathering organised by Robin Harford, the best forager I know. (I’ll take every opportunity I can to learn from him.)

Robin is an intuitive forager. His method is to use all of your senses to get to know a plant: sight, touch, smell, and only when you’re 150% sure, to taste.To use all your senses like this when you forage you need to centre yourself, to quieten your mind and pay attention to what you experience, to what your body is telling you.

And to listen to your intuition.

Is it the plant you think it is? Is it good to eat? What does it remind you of? What could it go with?

Here’s 6 of the wild plants we gathered for our supper, you can find and eat all of them right now:

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I was sitting on Dartmoor last weekend, as part of a Medicine Walk, a solo walking ceremony that turns the land into a mirror for your inner world.

The weather on Dartmoor was gorgeous. The flowering gorse and gnarly hawthorn trees reminding me of the Downs, with similar stunning views across green fields towards the coast.

I’ve got a bit hooked on Medicine Walks after being introduced to them by Rebecca Card, and then running them with her on the Downs around Devil’s Dyke.

I have no idea how they work, but something unexpected, insightful and magical always seems to happen to me: from finding special trees and features in the landscape that resonate with themes in my life, to strange synchronicities that have made me laugh out loud.

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You use them every day to gather information about the world around you. Your senses that is. 

You have sight, smell, touch, taste, hearing… you have amazing powers of consciousness, reason, and creativity. 

But your body is chock full of ‘extra’ senses that you may not even be aware you’re using, like some of the mysterious powers that other animals possess.

You can access them if you drop out of your rational, thinking mind.

If you pay attention to what you feel in your body, you can detect and feel things around you that you can’t see: objects, movement, emotions…

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October. Outside the sun is shining and the air is clean and fresh. Inside, ten of us are sitting in a circle on the floor. It’s a hard floor, but we’re on cushions, the woodburner is alight and no one is complaining. 

We’re here at Saddlescombe Farm in the shadow of the South Downs for a Medicine Walk and Council, a ceremonial solo journey into the ‘Mystery’, a way of staying open to the land so that it can be a mirror for your inner landscape.

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I’m grieving. And I’m cold.  So cold in fact that I can’t feel my feet.

In the end the cold gets the better of me and I have to leave. The desire to get warm wins out over my desire to stay and grieve some more, sharing tears with the others round the dwindling fire.

It’s night and I’ve been standing on the pebbles of Brighton beach in a circle with a motley crowd of twenty or so others. We’re here to remember lost species, to hold a posthumous funeral ceremony to commemorate them, in particular the Tasmanian Tiger (Thylacine) which was pronounced extinct in 1936.

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I was listening to comedian and actor, Eddie Izzard, on the radio this morning. He’s just finished 27 marathons in 27 days. (!)

​They ask him if he’s taking a rest, or if he’s already planning to start running again.

“You’re asking this now?!?” he jokes.

Then after a moment’s thought, “I expect I’ll be doing half marathons every couple of weeks,” he says. He pauses. 

​“I need to move… like we did when we were kids… 

“At some point as adults, we decided that wasn’t a good idea, but we’re natural animals, and we need to move. We forget that.”

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