Flying Erics

Properly known as fly agaric, it was a nephew’s apt malapropism many years ago. A couple of them caught our eyes as we walked along Shirlett Lane – they were duly recorded by the camera. It’s an out-and-back walk, but “things look different in the other direction”. They certainly did. The Reeves’s pheasant was perhaps rather overdressed for these parts. He was around on the outward walk, hard to see in the undergrowth, but determined to pose for us on our return. A little further on, there are the two Erics – and beyond them (we hadn’t noticed them earlier) dozens more, in amongst the trees beside the lane. Despite being past their best, they brighten up a dull morning.