Let’s cut corners
On occasions, foragers suffer from the ire of the permanently sanctimonious. There are few greater pleasures than self-righteousness, but it is a hollow joy and a firm contender for the eighth deadly sin.
I have frequently been shouted at in woodlands for being in possession of a mushroom basket. People have phoned emergency lines to report my presence, they have called the police and I have been banned from leading mushroom forays in Dorset on National Trust land, though this ban was subsequently rescinded after I made my case.
In fact, I am an extremely restrained forager and teach people
