Hunting Season

These seasonal hunters for the hallucinogenic mushrooms, hunched and sometimes hooded look nothing like the Blacka regulars. They have strayed from an urban setting and seem uncomfortable with the outdoor scene. I doubt they found much. The Liberty Caps and Waxcaps tend to be a bit later, after the best of the woodland fungi. What you might have found were the unwholesome specimens associated with livestock faeces much encouraged by Natural England's policy of promoting vast numbers of sheep.













Totley Moor in this part has few features of any kind but one talking point has always been the ruined brick shelter that had contrived to take on the appearance from certain angles of an old ram. Even that one stimulous to the otherwise famished imagination has now been shackled by managers who have recently put a fence round it.
Doubtless this is a decision by the new EMP people. We saw this with SWT years back. Priority was given to eliminating all possible health and safety hazards at the earliest opportunity. Perhaps this is why they don't want trees up here. Some reckless character might choose to risk his life by climbing one of them.


Not too many worries about the sheep on Thistle Hill where those responsible are very relaxed about any perceived need to provide water for the flock: the tank was empty again.