Continued…

Just a few… A day later, and it still feels autumnal, though the sun is trying to peep through. We’re in more-or-less the same place as yesterday, but a little higher, on the shoulder of Shirlett Common – up Round Hill, down Ned’s Lane and back along the road to the start. The bracken is golden, the black bryony is living up to its name, and there’s a super big mushroom, some kind of boletus I think. We’ll leave it where it is, of course, for others to see and enjoy. It may be edible, in the same sense that Russian roulette isn’t always fatal…