Pale Mushrooms and a Richness of Swallows

Pale mushrooms on a beech tree

My sister and I were on a mushroom-spotting walk in and around Sunnyhurst Wood when we found these pale ones just above head height on an old beech tree. The tree has been struck by lightning and part of its canopy is dead and bare.

We weren’t planning to pick mushrooms, neither of us being able to identify them, just to see how many different types we could spot before the autumn leaves covered them. We found quite a lot, though no unusual colours, such as purples, and none of the elusive white spotted red ones I’d love to see. Most of the fungi were growing at the base of trees, on the ground or on fallen branches, and the ones in the trees were more often bracket or turkey-tail types so these seemed unusual, the luminous backlight showing them off well against the living half of the tree. Continue reading “Pale Mushrooms and a Richness of Swallows”

Red Border And A Controversial Comment

View down the double red borders at Hidcote

My laptop still being away, and most of my pictures with it, I’ve dug deep into my archives for this submission for HeyJude’s Life In Colour Challenge.

I’m not taking a leaf out of Jude’s book by suggesting you count all the reds you can see. For more pictures, check out my post about Hidcote Manor’s famous border.

I hadn’t been blogging for very long when I wrote that post and was unsure how to respond when it attracted a lengthy, poorly spelled comment, purporting to be from an indignant aristocrat. It’s one of the strangest comments I’ve had, including those bizarre spam ones we are blessed that Akismet catches. Continue reading “Red Border And A Controversial Comment”