Halfway through our woodland stroll yesterday I expressed my disappointment at how after spotting the perfect fly agaric toadstool there a few years ago we hadn't found one there since. Not a minute later eagle-eyed C let up a muted whoop at finding not one but a cluster of around five and looking further another handful ten foot away. Would you believe it? I set about snapping away with gleeful abandon. No toadstools were touched or damaged by us, it's how we found them. Varying stages of their short lifespan.
PS Never touch or eat mushrooms.
Take care,
Sophie