Seeing as my foraging is going so successfully Bob and I thought we'd take it to the South Bank. We happened upon a lovely stretch of raised beds of vegetation cared for by users of a mental health charity. Mmmm. How kind of them. Don't mind if we do.
But then we saw the sign. Oh dear. Spit that out.
It's just not safe to live in London anymore.
I rushed back to Monks Kirby to forage leeks, potatoes, mushrooms, and broccoli from the fridge for tonight's dinner.
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