Every spring we look for wild garlic. We recently found it in Blaise Castle Estate, a forest just north of Bristol, and the place was absolutely carpeted with it.
Try as we might to take some home and get some going in a plant pot outside the front door, it’s already died a death. I suppose some things just need to be grabbed from the forest floor themself. Then again, the smell you get while filling as many bags as you can is one of the best things I know for inspiration for new recipes.