Ha! We seem to have fungi coming out of our ears.
This is a story for those doubters who question the idea that I may have a Gorilla up my back passage, or an Emu for that matter, we will have to wait for the results of that one. So this is a story that is a bit more realistic.
This all didn’t happen about eight or nine years ago when I was camping out in woodland in East Sussex. I owned a little bit of land there and I had a regular camp where I would stay most weekends.
It was just a platform in a Sweet chestnut Tree.
This picture was taken in winter, most of the time I didn’t have the basha up, I liked to sleep under the stars.
The animals made this place special for me. I had been feeding them here for years and my camp was always full of life. The Squirrels were the cheekiest.
On this particular day I had seen something out on the track that I wanted. (The first of our mushrooms)
This is a mushroom called a Parasol and it is good to eat.
If you are lucky enough to live in the UK then this is a good one for foragers. There are no  poisonous mushrooms that look like this. The only possible exception is the Shaggy Parasol which many people cite as edible but is known to cause gastrointestinal problems in some individuals.
This information definitely does not apply to North America where there is a very poisonous look alike called the False Parasol that is the largest cause of mushroom poisoning there. They don’t occur in the UK.
The Parasol, Macrolepiota procera has dark fixed scales on a creamy background.
I am not saying go out and eat a spotty mushroom, it must have at least a passing resemblance to the one I am showing you.
Amanitas have spotted caps and some of them are very poisonous but they usually have light coloured spots on a dark background. Stay away from white ones.
Amanitas also have floppy fixed rings and sit in a cup although that isn’t always obvious.
As soon as the cap opens you can see that a parasol has a ring, it is loose and you can move it up and down the stem.
It also has a lovely snakeskin pattern on the stem. If you want to avoid the Shaggy Parasol then look for that pattern. The Shaggy Parasol doesn’t have it.
So here is the mushroom that has caught my eye today.
In the US the advice is not to eat young caps like this because at this stage it is easy to confuse them with the poisonous False Parasol. In the UK they are best like this.
This one has a lovely pattern on the stem and I know that it is safe to eat.
Okay regular foragers will probably hate me for what I am going to do next. The Parasol has a very good flavour and it is best served on it’s own or with mild flavours so that you can appreciate the mushroom to the full.
However earlier in the day I had foraged myself a nice venison steak, some chillies, tomatoes, prawns, a few sprigs of rosemary and some strong cheese. It is just while I was out hunting the Deer I noticed this little mushroom and thought that would fit right in there beside my steak in my little pan.
So it is back to camp and prepare the food.
Yes it is getting dark now but when you are out in the wild there is not a lot to do after dark, except cook and eat and stuff like that.
So discard that beautiful stem, it is tough and fibrous. Lose the ring obviously and chop your vegetables into reasonable sizes.
Pop it all into a little pan and notice that the wild mushroom adds a certain visual appeal to an otherwise rather bland meal
On this particular evening I served my meagre repast with a small bottle of the house Jack.
That little bottle probably saved my life.
After eating and cleaning up I settled down in my tree to enjoy the evening and it was a good one.
Stars twinkled in the sky. Tawny Owls called to each other. The old Badger came around and we drank some more whisky and told each other stories.
I remember that I was telling him about the old days when I used to be a Pirate, before I became a Big Game Hunter and Butterfly Collector. (Not all of my stories are true)
I drifted off to sleep with a strong feeling of peace and well being around me and I slept like a log. To this day I believe that it was that deep sleep and possibly the fact that I was up a tree that saved my life the night that I wasn’t ate by Zombies.
I was awoken by somebody pelting me with peanuts.
“Wake up Col! It’s Zombies,” his little eyes seemed to say.
(Bluebells? Tell the continuity lady that I need to speak to her right now!)
What is it little Squirrel, do you want me to follow you?
I jumped out of my tree and followed the Squirrel, there were brains splattered everywhere.
Could it be Ogres? They would crack your bones to suck out the marrow but then, they would definitely eat the brains. This was something else, probably Zombies. I took as many pictures as I dared and I got out of that wood sharpish.
I looked it up when I got home and you are never going to believe this…
It is another mushroom. Well it is a fungi called Purple Jelly Disc, Ascocoryne sarcoides. It is what they call a saprobic fungi and that means that it feeds on and breaks down dead wood and other organic matter. This one typically feeds on Beech Wood but here it was eating Sweet Chestnut.
This thing that Fungi do in breaking down dead matter is hugely important to the ecology of the woodland. If fungi didn’t do this everything would just stay where it died and we would be up to our necks in it.
Fungi fill many other roles as well. There is a huge amount of fungi in the forest but most of it we can’t even see. It lives underground and in the bodies of fallen trees. The bits that we do see are just the fruit of a much larger organism.
Kingdom Fungi is so diverse, just as much so as Kingdom Plantae and Kingdom Animalia but sometimes harder to study because we can’t see it. What we can see fascinates me.
Well thank you for reading this nonsense. Now it is time to walk the Dog. 🙂
We have to just leave the Gorilla Cam where it is for a few days. Animals can smell when we have been around and our best chance of getting anything lies in staying out of the way for a bit. I will post results later in the week hopefully.
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Anything with a pretty face… I will tell you about her later. (I have put her up a tree)
He was looking a bit fragile today so I thought that we could go on a nice walk to see some flowers, he likes flowers.
That was his Lesser Celandine.
He says this next one takes his breath away.
That one is his Common Field-speedwell and I am glad that I am not called a “Common” anything.
One more and then we will get down to business 🙂
“Everything is beautiful, in it’s own way… la..di..da..di..da,” except for this next one.
The thing is that I can hold my mud and I don’t go making a donkey of myself with every floozy who bats her eyelashes at me.
Cor Blimey! Ain’t you the pretty one.
How fast can you get up that tree?
Watch it Mate!
So all’s well that ends well. I just have to sit here now forever.
A Tramp in the Woods 