Mushroom interlude

Earlier this week I found myself driving to Aylesbury with a couple of hours to spare before a bat survey, so I stopped off to stretch my legs in the tiny hamlet of Christmas Common that sits atop a steep chalk escarpment within the Chilterns Hills.

I parked in a lay-by and walked off, in no particular direction, through a silent patch of beech woodland. It was my first autumnal walk of the year, with dappled sunlight beaming through the gaps in the tree canopy where leaves had begun to fall, and fungi of various shapes and sizes fruiting amongst the leaf litter.

An unidentified Bolete

Amethyst Deciever