Not mushroom in my head

Nursing a dizzy-making head cold is not exactly conducive to a sparkling post full of wit but then, being well doesn't guarantee one either... let's see what my fingers will tap out tonight...

Autumn shades and temperatures have landed alongside strange aliens found nestling around tree roots. 

Visits to both RHS Harlow Carr and NT Nostell Priory were filled with flying saucers of the fungi kind, shaggy rockets of inky delight, tumbling bracket fungus and delicate parasols.

They are secretive or showy, glorious or rather gloopy (the Shaggy Inkcap) , cute and bijou des-res for pixie folk or staggeringly beautiful with hallucinogenic and psychotic results as in the case of the Fly Agaric

However they are all amazing vessels for the imagination as well as a transport system for trees - carrying nutrients into their root zones - how amazing is that both deadly AND symbiotic.

An unknown (to me) voluptuous white fungus growing upward in a blousy and luxuriant almost indolent manner had me crawling around in the leaf litter trying to capture it in all it's glory, all the time being watched over by a gloriously stately tree.

Post script - I can not promise that 'normal transmission will return shortly' but the sooner my head stops spinning quite in such a vertiginous way - the better. 

So - send gossip and updates and please tell me you have escaped this dreaded lurgy which seems to be pouncing on unsuspecting folk x