I told them autumn was in the air the other day but nobody listened and here's yet another hint of the cooler days to come.
We discovered the very first field mushroom of the season while we were walking the two Jack Russells. It was in a corner of the orchard and was growing right on the edge of a bed of nettles. We were very lucky that it hadn't been bombed by apple windfalls; if it had been that would have been the end of it for culinary purposes.
The first field mushroom of the season now awaits its fate at breakfast tomorrow, along with an egg, smoked bacon and black pudding.
We'll look forward to that.