I’ve been foraging mushrooms since I was a child, growing up in Eastern Europe where families head into the forest each autumn with baskets in hand, gathering fungi to dry and use later in Christmas meals. Mushrooms fascinate me: one day the ground is bare, the next they appear, delicate yet strong, rising from logs, moss, and woodland corners. Even more amazing is what we don’t see - hidden networks beneath our feet connecting fungi and trees, sharing nutrients and supporting the forest. This isn’t about picking or identifying, but noticing, slowing down, and appreciating their shapes, textures, and quiet presence. A small reassurance: all mushrooms in UK can be touched, but only consume what you are absolutely certain about.