It’s field mushroom season again and, after last year’s bumper crop, I had great expectations. But alas!
The meadow below us on the side of the valley, upon which I have been relying, has been left ungrazed.
The grass is 18 inches long and, a quick scout-around confirms my worst fears: not a mushroom to be seen. They could be there, of course but even if there was a bumper crop like last year, I would be unable to find them.
I haven’t yet looked for other field mushroom meadows in the area – a mistake in retrospect – and I find myself too busy to start now. And so the season is passing me by.