Magic mushrooms

I haven’t been up to the this part of the woods for a few weeks, mainly because walking through the sweet chestnut plantation is incredibly painful for Woody who tip toes through the fallen chestnut cases so slowly that it’s agony to watch.  But up at the top on the heathland there were loads of fly agaric mushrooms and I wished I’d come up sooner as most of them had spoored and only this one, in a shaft of sunlight, blazed bright.  

Not much to report, good day in the house office reading a book we’re being offered and making calls.