Films, Podcast, Writing

'If a tree falls' is a podcast and now a filmed series that was named after the philosophical question 'if a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?'

Each episode involves Harriet going for a walk in the woods or somewhere outside with her guest, and they cover various wild ingredients. The podcast and walk is loosely based around the indigenous principle of going into the woods to find some food, and coming out with a piece of information or an insight about yourself or something greater.

Guests on the podcast include René Redzepi, Robin Hartford, Felix Flicker, Sam Lomas, John Wright, Sophie Gregory, Polly Hilton, Pam the Jam, Mark His, James Whetlor, Stéphane Meyer and Alex Laird.

What started out life as audio recording of these walks has now evolved into feature length filmed episodes that are available to watch below.

Or to listen to the original audio podcast click here.

Harriet gets an opportunity to examine fascinating people's what and why, what gets them out of bed in the morning, and what gives them meaning and purpose in life, hopefully there will be something in there that you might find inspiring!

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Filmed and produced by Jack Chapman and Sam Coombes.

The Restaurant Didn't Close – It Starved.

The economy of care by Harriet Mansell People seem consistently surprised when I tell them it is hard to make money in hospitality. They see a ‘successful’ restaurant - a successful chef, a collective passion and smiling faces. “But we didn’t realise you were struggling that much.” Of course you didn’t. The foundation of the entire business is that we take care of you. You shouldn’t feel the panic behind the room. You certainly shouldn’t know that the owner has been awake sin

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Spring drifts & early summer beckons.

As we passed through green and verdant meadows, twinkling with daisies, we paused for a moment, to take it all in. Puffs of dandelion seeds began to dust through sunset airs. Yarrow jumped into life - it's long, feathery strands whispering in the gentle breeze. Forget me nots scattered banks and verges and bluebells abounded in coppices. Celestial woodlands of ferns, and lords and ladies, permitted bright white garlic starscapes. We breathed it in. The lightness of spring, t

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