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The Art of Foraging w. Sean in the Woods

Updated: Oct 11, 2021

"It’s just a real pleasure to escape to the countryside, enjoy the sunshine and natures larder"

Editors Note:

I remember being absolutely thrilled to go mushroom picking with my grandparents back in Russia. I was always given a woven basket, a Swiss Army knife probably too sharp for my own good and a bandana which made me feel pretty bad ass. As a kid, my mushroom hunting abilities were that of a truffle pig, and I recall the excitement of finding juicy chanterelles and birch boletes as well as the overly dramatic agony when stepping on them. I’ve always enjoyed my adventures in the evergreens, and remain immensely thankful for being exposed to nature and having the opportunity to connect with it from a young age. My grandmothers famous words “It’s not dirt, it’s soil” have shaped and influenced my appreciation for the earth and all that comes from it. Fast forward 20 years, I remain pleasantly surrounded by a community of people within hospitality who hold similar values when it comes to nature.

Within this community, I’ve had the pleasure of meeting Sean Williams, one of UK’s award winning Michelin standard chefs, and passionate foragers. Growing up next to a National Trust woodland, Sean spent many of his childhood days exploring the woods and discovering the wild delights they have to offer. These days, he’s pushing on as a private hire chef with some of UK’s top names and sharing his childhood passions through

Sean-In-The-Woods: an experience-driven foraging excursion, inclusive of educational methods for outdoor cooking and of course…food. Recently, Sean has purchased his very own woodland: a five acre piece of land that’s soon be transformed into a fairytale-like camping experience. Nathan and I have had the pleasure of receiving a tour of the forest that serves as a canvas for Sean’s passions and chat with him about foraging.

What’s your earliest foraging memory?

“My earliest foraging memories are with my grandmother. We would go walking in the mountains of the Garfagnana in Tuscany collecting porcini mushrooms which was what everyone in the village did as soon as the sun came up. It was always almost a race.