Colours

White on the grass this morning, and on the sleeper bridge. The cold-scorched bracken on the hillside looked ginger in the morning sunlight.

Around the trees more and more fungi appear as if at a festival. This creamy one is well shaded by the low plants.

Meanwhile, outlined against the morning sky, up on the grassy top of Thistle Hill, a characteristic of the seasonal local fauna was browsing at 6.45 am. This is the Magic Mushroom searcher, usually seen bent double. He would have shown no interest in the magically bright colours of the red waxcaps pushing through the grass, not far away from where he was inspecting the ground.