Wild Man: foraging with Fergus Drennan


When the end of civilisation is nigh and we are all scrambling over each other to get the last tin of beans in Sainsbury’s, forced to scavenge rubbish out of bins and inevitably turning into crazed zombies, the one man who will outlive anyone (at least in Kent) will be Fergus Drennan, wild food forager extraordinaire. As well as woodlands and seashores, he knows how to find nutrition in the form of edible plants and fungi from areas of waste ground, carparks and motorway verges. If you hang out with him long enough, you will never go hungry.

We had booked a day’s course with Fergus to learn how to identify and pick wild foods, having had our appetites whetted by sloe picking earlier this year. What we didn’t anticipate was an adrenaline-soaked adventure lasting the whole day and most of the night. At 9am sharp, Fergus greeted us wearing a wide brimmed hat and carrying a wooden box of eclectic and gnarly looking mushrooms under his arm. He drove us at breakneck speed to a nearby woodland and proceeded to talk very fast and excitedly about all the Latin names and characteristics of the fungi we were finding, barely pausing for breath. Every few feet or so, we would come across a new species of mushroom and Fergus would run around waving his arms, hollering “Come and see this one, it’s even better than the last!” We harvested amazing bulbous cep and boletus mushrooms with their reddish brown tops, delicate chanterelles and something resembling a large brain called Hen of the Woods, growing at the foot of an oak tree:


N with his prize Cep – what a corker!


Hedgehog fungus (see the spines):


We examined many poisonous fungi, with Fergus telling us to look out for cobwebby threads, milky sap and colour changes when the mushroom flesh is cut into. When we came across the poisonous yet beautiful Fly Agaric toadstool (below), he recounted the time he rubbed some Fly Agaric skin onto the back of his head where it was absorbed by the skin, causing him to collapse immediately and fall down onto his front, with his foraging knife underneath him. “I still don’t know whether I passed out for several hours or a whole day,” he mused. “If the knife had stuck into me, I would have probably died. But if you leach the mushrooms in liquid for a day or so, you can make a great risotto with them.” Hmm, might give that a miss…

Fly Agaric:


Fergus then produced a flask and poured us thimbles of his own roasted substitute coffee, made from a mixture of roasted goose grass seeds, acorns and some other seeds whose names I can’t recall. It actually tasted remarkably coffee-like, and it turns out that goose grass is in the coffee plant family – fact! As we emerged from the woodland, I noticed some unopened cans of Fosters lying at the roadside – my key contribution so far to the foraging bounty. Fergus seemed very excited, saying he might whip up a beer batter with our dinner later. I wondered if we had just plucked items from the scene of a car accident, as there was lots of broken glass and a couple of hub cabs lying next to the cans…but waste not, want not, right?

Then to a grassy seashore verge, where we picked bags of Sea Purslane (salty leaves and seeds, tasting a bit like Samphire) Sea Beet (like salty spinach), Alexanders (the leaves and roots taste like a cross between Thai lime leaves and chervil) and mallow leaves (mild and good for salad).

Sea Purslane:


Common Mallow:




Sea beet:


Fergus then led us down a steep grassy slope and instructed us to tear off branches of sea buckthorn, whose bright orange berries would make a great pudding later on. It felt a bit wrong pulling actual branches off the trees, but Fergus said he’d been harvesting from the same ones for over seven years and that everything grew back extremely quickly.

Sea buckthorn:


We then found a tiny apple tree growing miniature fruits – Fergus said that it had most probably grown from an apple pip deposited in a bird dropping. It looked like a tree you might find in Alice in Wonderland – just a bit higher than waist height:


Then Fergus instructed us to run down to the seashore and harvest seaweed off rocks – all in a sustainable manner, of course, snipping off just enough with scissors so that the roots and stems remained in order to re-grow.

Sea laver (the black stuff):


It suddenly dawned on Fergus that we were running very late for lunch at his house, as it was now 3pm. I was on the verge of fainting from hunger, and considered the possibility of going and foraging a Mars bar from a nearby local pub, but seeing as we were going to enjoy feasting on the ingredients we had just bagged, didn’t quite have the motivation. A Mars bar might have lowered the tone a bit….but to be honest, I would have eaten my own arm at this stage. “I’m going to freak out,” I whined to my husband, who shot me a look as if to say, “Don’t ruin my birthday treat, you old bag…” I decided to man up and shut up…and before too long we were enjoying an eye-opening lunch at Fergus’s house, all made with the foraged ingredients…

Rosehip and beetroot soup with yoghurt:


Wild mushroom quiche made with acorn flour pastry, potato mash with chopped Alexander leaves, and braised Alexander stems:


Mixed leaf salad with raw wild mushrooms, purple mallow flowers and Feta cheese:


Vanilla pannacotta made with seaweed carageenan and candied bramble stem (black star shaped garnish):


Sea buckthorn sorbet (amazing – sweet, aromatic and almost alcoholic tasting):


I asked Fergus how he got into foraging. He said he started as a child, rooting out choice leaves and dandelions for his pet tortoise. “Then when I was at university,” he said, “I was so poor in my final year that I had to live in a tent, eating the remains of stew that the refectory was throwing out. I got heavily into foraging then to survive.” Fergus’s house was filled to the rafters with jars of intriguing looking pickles and preserves, and he owned three freezers to store big batches of produce. He produced a large jar of acorn flour, which was the last of his 18 kilo batch. He had to meticulously pick the acorns, soak them in a river for weeks to leach the tannins out, roast them, remove the husks and grind each kernel. He had no plans to make any to sell commercially, surprise surprise. I asked him what he thought of supermarkets. “They have great toilets,” he laughed. “Plus good car parks, where I can forage lots of plants.” Good answer, I thought.

Full to the eyeballs after our amazing lunch, with a myriad of new flavours dancing on our tongues, Fergus then drove us to some scrubland next to a busy main road, where we harvested rosehips to perfume vodka. “Great if you leave them steeping for six months, then filter the rosehips out, then add dog rose petals for a maximum of 2 days, then leave it for as long as you can bear,” said Fergus. The result would like “nothing you’ve ever tasted before,” he assured us.

Rosehips for the vodka infusion – use the squashy ones for the best flavour:


We also found wild fennel growing at the side of a council estate, which bore aromatic seeds:


Darkness fell, and Fergus handed out the head torches. We arrived at a pitch black field, and he scampered over to some wild damson bushes growing at the side of a verge. I have never picked fruit by torchlight – it was exhilarating and made us feel like a naughty children. (It wasn’t trespassing as such – Fergus always asks permission from all landowners before he picks plants on their land). We stumbled back to the car with two baskets of dusky blue plums, for that evening’s pudding.

Night time damson harvest:



And then back to the beach for dinner. Despite the fact that there was a gale blowing, it was absolutely freezing and that it was intermittently pelting with rain, Fergus insisted that eating a three course meal down on the sand at high tide was the best plan. (The other option was to have dinner in a more sheltered wood, but he admitted that the area was so secret that he had trouble remembering how to find it in the dark). So we stumbled behind him in the gale, head torches blinking, carrying wood, pans, crockery and everything we had foraged that day. Despite the freezing temperatures and the fact that I couldn’t feel my hands or legs most of the time, it was one of the most memorable meals I have ever eaten. Fergus allocated us all various tasks like an army sergeant, then proceeded to make a trio of  fires, grinning like a maniac. He put a wok filled to the brim with vegetable oil over the intense flames, and deep fried four different types of seaweed, and each time he put the wet fronds in the smoking oil, a mini explosion of flames would rise up from the wok. I thought he’d blown himself up at one point…

Fergus gets the oil nice and hot:


Ka-boom! Fergus adds the wet seaweed to the boiling oil:


Fergus is still alive:


Main course was sea bass fried with laver seaweed, fried sea beets with sesame oil, plus fried mixed wild mushrooms. De-licious!


Pudding was a less successful damson and apple crumble. Fergus forgot the milk for the custard, and thought it would be a great idea to replace the liquid with Fosters lager. Then he added cherry vodka to make it pink. Inedible is an understatement – most of this ended up in the sea!


I will never forget that evening – there was a moment when I was at the sea’s edge fetching water in a pan from the churning waves and I thought I was going to get swept out to sea when my wellington boot got stuck between two rocks and a huge wave smacked into my legs. As I looked back to the group, I saw the orange embers of our three fires, Fergus gesticulating and waving his arms, and six blinking head torches, with people sat on rocks chopping up apples, stoning damsons and stirring mushrooms in their pan (in the rain). It was surreal, energising and completely mad. I loved every minute!

Cooking dinner in a gale, beach-style:


Our wild foraging man drove us all back to Canterbury, and I snoozed all the way home, dizzy on cherry vodka. Fergus, you’re a crazy dude and we salute you – thanks for a captivating experience!


– Wild Man Wild Food – Fergus Drennan’s website

– Fergus cooks roadkill badger and declares owl to  taste ‘of urine’



  1. Oh my.What an adventure! And a beautifully written one at that. 🙂 Thank you for sharing!


  2. Why thank you Lisa, glad you enjoyed! If ever you need an outdoors adventure that involves lots of eating, Fergus is a great guide. My mate W had this to say: "Ahh! Fergus! A mate of mine went on one of his days. Said that it was an absolute classic. Shuffled around picking stuff up and eating it. Then, when they failed to catch a squirrel, he took the whole group home and pulled one out of the freezer. They cooked it up with some 'stuff' and talked about past japes with poisonous fungi! Happy times."


  3. Well, you set me off on an avocado binge with your last post, and now this one…though Fly Agaric can go swing for a while. *blink*The photos are lovely too. 🙂


  4. Hello I'm from Ether Creative and we're designing a Kent Food app giving people access to some of the best local produce. Would we be able to use the very first image of this blog to act as a forager image on the app as its the perfect quality? If you want to know more about the app see http://kentfoodapp.com/ Thanks very much!


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