I saw a fungal fruiting body at 50 paces as I drove through the slightly misty forest this morning. Shaggy ink-cap if you want an opinion, but its proximity to a mouldering tree-stump allows a range of alternatives.
A delightful little sail yesterday, exercising a number of routes around the estuary to the tune of an Easterly that was steady except for ten minutes almost becalmed near the river mouth on the turn of the tide. Slack wind meeting slack water left us bobbing in a frozen mirror. Just up-river, as we weaved around the moored yachts, the low fast flight of an irridescent bird surprised me, ornithology was briefly offline. My first (clear view of a) British kingfisher in flight.
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