Do they dance under the parasols of the teeny tiny toadstools on the forest floor? The fairy folk are seldom seen, certainly not according to my film roll but when out in the woods and I stand very still, breath baited and ears pricked what is it that moves ever so slightly? A fleeting glint in the corner of my eye yet on closer inspection not a hint of anything extraordinary, not a hair out of place.
Someone had popped the bogey 'shroom!
Little nipples on these ones. Oh!
Alas, the difficulty of taking pictures in bad light, such a struggle. I tried! Sorry if some/many of these are a little fuzzy.
A splat of a fungi. My book doesn't have a splat section.
Take care,
Sophie
