
   I have been inspired by the Hairy Bikers of late. Not, as some might think, by my girth and facial hair, but by their foraging around the country to find the best of British wild food. It’s fresh, it’s free, it can be done
   
    all year round
   
   , and it’s …
          
 Spring, it has sprung. And then unsprung, but it will spring again thusly, mainly due to my monkey dance capers to the sun gods each morning before I’ve even had my coffee. Y’all are welcome.