When I visit unfamiliar nature reserves I take a photograph of the sign that is sure to be in the car park, so when I get lost as I'm sure to do, I have a chance of finding my way.
The drought (for it is such, after only a centimetre of rain in September) continues. This slough - fine word! - is dry, leaving a bed of foliage (water milfoil?) in the bottom. And a discarded tyre.
Poor conditions for finding fungi, or mushrooms, or toadstools, although Daniel of Fungi Forays reckons that they "should perk up in a week or two when the temperature drops".
I think it's a pity that the word toadstool seems to be little used nowadays - and I like the theory that the word derives from the German Todesstuhl (death's chair).
I can just imagine an invading Saxon or Angle trying to engage a fleeing Celt in conversation.....
"Und wir callen diesen Dingen <Todesstuhlen>, ja?"
"Yes bach, cracking word I'm sure, now I must be goin' "
Mrs K reckons that just touching a fungus is likely to give you food poisoning, which is, of course, rubbish.
Ooh er, I feel a bit.... if you'll excuse me.........