Golden-hour light through a tangled hawthorn and elderflower hedgerow above misty fields

Wild Medicine.
Old Wisdom.
Seasonal Belonging.

We teach the plants, the seasons and the handwork our grandmothers knew - on the moor, in the lanes, and around a fire that someone always has to keep feeding.

Weathered hands holding freshly gathered nettles and elderberries above a wicker basket

Our Philosophy

Foraging is not a hobby. It is an inheritance.

Somewhere three or four generations back, every woman in your line could feed and physic a household from a half-mile of lane. That knowledge wasn't lost so much as set down - in a hurry, during hard years, by women who thought there'd be time to pick it back up.

HedgeMoor Sisters is the picking back up. No costume, no mysticism for its own sake. Real plants, real hands, real seasons, and the slow company of other women learning the same thing.

She knew every plant in that lane by its first name, and none of them by their Latin.

Workshops & Wild Courses

Field notes from a working year

Small groups, all weathers, no more than twelve to a walk. Each course runs when the plants say so - which is why the dates move a fortnight either way.

White rabbit in a waistcoat holding a pocket watch among autumn toadstools, ferns and hedgerow berries
Autumn

Retreat Into Winter: Down the Rabbit Hole

A Samhain woodland retreat with fire, fungi and folklore. Across the glade and into the old wood for stories, foraging and a fire that someone always has to keep feeding.

Sunday 25 October 2026, 10am-4pm, Dartington

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Bundles of dried herbs hanging to cure from a wooden beam by candlelight
Summer

Hedgerow Medicine

Cutting, drying and tincturing the plants that grow within a mile of your own door. You leave with three remedies and a stained notebook.

bring string & scissors

Hands sorting foraged dandelion leaves and wild greens on a scrubbed wooden table
Spring

Wild Greens & First Growth

The hungry gap, turned generous. Nettle, cleavers, dandelion and wild garlic gathered in the morning and cooked over fire by noon.

the soup is always too salty

Glass jars of fermented hedgerow fruit and pickles on a dark wooden pantry shelf
Winter

Fermentation & Keeping

How the grandmothers held summer through the dark months - crocks, brines, hedgerow vinegars and the patient art of doing nothing well.

jars provided, patience isn't

Filter by season on the wheel below - each spoke holds its own gatherings.

Seasonal Rituals

The Wheel of the Year

Eight turnings, eight gatherings. The wheel sets our calendar, our foraging and our rituals - it opens on the season we're standing in.

First Stirrings

Imbolc

1 February

Candle-making by the hearth and the washing of the winter linens.

Snowdrop watching, nettle tips, cleavers for the first spring tonic.

Balance

Ostara

20 March

Seed blessing and the sowing circle - every sister plants for another.

Wild garlic, hawthorn buds, dandelion crowns, birch sap.

Green Fire

Beltane

1 May

Hedgerow walk at first light, ribbon-tying and the elderflower vigil.

Elderflower, sweet cicely, hogweed shoots, ground ivy.

High Sun

Litha

21 June

Midsummer fire, herb-cutting at noon, the drying of St John's wort.

Meadowsweet, yarrow, lime flower, wild strawberry.

First Harvest

Lughnasadh

1 August

Bread from the first grain, shared standing up, in the field.

Bilberry, chanterelle, wild marjoram, early blackberries.

Second Harvest

Mabon

22 September

The long table - cider pressing and the preserving of the hedgerow.

Elderberry, rosehip, sloe, hazelnut, penny bun.

The Thinning

Samhain

31 October

Naming the grandmothers by candlelight; the year's quiet reckoning.

Rowan, haws, late field mushrooms, roots for tincture.

Deep Rest

Yule

21 December

Evergreen gathering, the long night watch, wassailing the old orchard.

Ivy, holly, pine needle, birch polypore, stored roots.

Swipe through the year

About the Sisters

Grown from a long friendship

HedgeMoor Sisters grew from a long friendship between Gillian and Lucy, who first met at college and later found their work circling back towards the same place.

With backgrounds in nutrition, counselling, complementary therapies and nature-based practice, they brought their skills together through a shared love of the hedgerows and the healing value of gathering outdoors.

From those first walks and conversations came the idea for HedgeMoor Sisters.

Portrait of a woman with dark hair and glasses, smiling in a warm kitchen lined with herbs, jars and wellness books

Gillian

"The Nutri Doula"

With roots in herbal medicine and a passion for nourishing the feminine, Gillian guides our community in the art of wild nutrition and the sacred practice of feeding both body and soul with the earth's bounty.

Portrait of a woman in a floral headscarf and canvas apron holding a bundle of dried herbs in a winter garden

Lucy

"Creating Calm with Lucy"

A weaver of ritual and ceremony, Lucy brings the ancient arts of seasonal celebration and mindful craft to our gatherings, creating sacred space where transformation naturally unfolds.

Community Voices

Letters left on the kitchen table

Amazing day, I really learnt a lot and will take that with me and use it.
Liz
Thank you, for a lovely experience, both of you are very knowledgable and create wonderful space
Lynne
The whole day was amazing and well needed after a difficult year
Patricia

Journal & Folklore Notes

Torn pages from the year

All entries
Folklore

Why the Elder is Never Cut Without Asking

The Elder Mother, the old permission, and why our grandmothers spoke to a tree before taking from it.

Late Summer

Recipe

Rosehip Syrup, the Wartime Way

Two straining cloths, no shortcuts, and more vitamin C than a crate of oranges. Keeps a family through February.

Second Harvest

Field Note

Reading a Hedge by Its Species Count

Hooper's rule, roughly: one shrub species per hundred years. How to date the lane you walk the dog down.

The Thinning

Women seated on blankets around a small fire in a meadow at dusk, holding candles

Join the Circle

Eight letters a year, one at each turning of the wheel - what's ripe, what's opening, and where we're walking next. Nothing between times.