We had a family gathering to celebrate a Birthday last weekend.
The usual: having barbecue, hanging around, eating cake.
I became really bored in the afternoon and my increasingly sluggish body clearly desired a little walk.
But I didn’t like to walk alone, so I tried to get my son to join me, but he thought that idea to be even duller than hanging around in the garden.
So I half jokingly suggested that we might look out for mushrooms to have something more interesting for dinner than just barbecue leftovers.
He was instantly convinced and I was happy to have a walking partner.
But little did I know what had happened in the woods overnight…
Turned out, we not only secured dinner, but next day’s lunch on top of it!
Funnily it was me who found the first one without actually looking, a tiny Hexenröhrling growing right in the middle of the road.
After that, we entered a slight dip, which was a little more humid and must have been full of mushrooms in the morning (we saw what the wild boars did to the ground there… still enough left for us!)