Early this morning four thin, tall and delicate fungi were sprouting from the compost round the stem of a beech sapling in the Grove. Someone, as I have mentioned before, has topped this tree which is fighting back, having sent out defiant shoots from its fractured stem. The fungi were not in themselves important, but with the dew still on the flat membranes of their caps, and the early sun highlighting them, they seemed important and beautiful.
Sitting in the sun outside a cafe having a cup of tea and a cheese and pickle sandwich. The early sun was warm and inspiring. As I was finishing, the owner came to the door and remarked on the quality of the morning. I agreed and had a second tea and sandwich to celebrate it.
Bamboo growing in huge pots outside The Compasses.