It was besides a rotten day, too sore to run, too wet and windy wild to cycle. On foot, in my hiking trousers and trainers, was the method of propulsion today, so I had to pick a hunting ground in reasonable reach.
I decided on Beacon Hill Park, as I figured the stands of trees there might prove a good hunting ground.
Above the favoured copse, a family group of four buzzards were flapping around, finding no air currents to soar on in the mottled grey sky. Within the trees, the sky disappeared, replaced by rustling leaves, damp smells and the snap of twigs underfoot.
The trees were young, and not the sort that looked like they'd harbour big bracket fungi. But every fallen trunk I came across, I inspected, and on virtually everyone I looked at, I found a different species of fungus.
Some were large, some tiny. Some were caps, some were brackets. I recognised perhaps three species, and I'm probably wrong about those. But as an observational exercise, to train my eyes to find the smallest objects lurking in the darkest corners, I think it was an interesting experiment.
All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 07.10.15
|Some sort of bracket or polypore|
|Bad shot here. Don't think this is orange peel|
|Amidst the moss|
|Maybe chicken in the woods?|
|King Alfred's cakes|
|Tiny caps on rotted wood|
|The only species found away from a tree trunk|
|Jews ear? And maybe witches butter?|