Normally, at this time of year, I'm never without a penknife and small plastic bag in my pocket, but yesterday I was amiss.
I had to put a clean square of kitchen towel inside my beret in order to bring my mushrooms home.
It's the start of our Girolle season. Not a lot yesterday, but it's a start. If we have warm weather for a while (which I'm assured we will) there should be mushrooms in the woods for quite some while.
I picked enough for an omelet for two. I shall return tomorrow to pick more. Lovely.