The cognitive visual-spatial symptoms I suffer were a bit off today, but I thought a woodland walk would be a positive idea, even if a little difficult. I grabbed my friend Chris, as I wanted the company and needed a second pair of eyes as my vision was all over the shop. We collected a full basket of Penny Buns, Birch Bolete, Chanterelles, and a young Ox Tongue Fungi. It was lovely to see all the Porcelain mushrooms popping up, but too young to be picked as yet. It was quite a difficult walk as I couldn’t focus properly while moving and had delayed vision. However, what is it they say? Nothing ventured, nothing gained. At the end of the day, I’ll enjoy a Penny Bun with faggots and mushy peas. A meal to look forward to.
I really envy you with your walk but well done. I also envy you your forage basket and its contents, you are so lucky to have the skills and to be able to exercise them.
I might be green with envy but I delight in your pictures, your telling of your tale and that you share all this with us. Thank you.
Keep on keepin’ on
Rups, I really like your spirit. Your positive attitude is the only way to deal with the body not working just right yet. All the things you’re doing will bring about improvement. I’m jealous of the beautiful woods you have to walk through!! There’s nothing like that that I know of in California. Jeanne
Hi you lucky truffle hound, our visual problems seem same but I managed to get chum a bag full of sweet corn once the harvester had finished, haven’t got myself motivated to go penny bun hunting but walked my sons flipping springers , to paraphrase Howard Carter of Tutankhamen fame, I could smell wonderful things but couldn’t see them. The horn of plenty grows where we walked but being purple did not stand out,a cousin of the chanterelle . Spied a lovely apple growing in a neglected garden so got to make a few enquiries
I tell you what @Bobbi, I never tire of surprising myself. As I began the walk, my right leg started playing up, every time I went uphill I felt as if I was going to fall backwards, my depth of focus and ability to focus was so bad that I was reaching for something to steady myself every ten minutes, a few times I thought I was going to just spin out of control and tumble to the ground … I did this for an hour and a half. Came back, sat upstairs and ate mackerel from the tin along with a bag of salt ‘n’ vinegar crisps, and drank a cup of tea. Now, will rest for forty minutes, and carry on with the evening. Nothing inimical occurred, did it? Nothing perilous or even mildly disconcerting, yet had I let anxiety make the decision for me before heading out, I would have stayed at home. It’s hard to remind myself this when bogged down in anxious feelings, hopefully these little shares will remind myself and others too.
Yes, keep on keepin’ on, that’s the ticket.
Diolch @axnr911, most of the time it’s strong-willed stubbornness and the survival instinct of bravado that is disguised as positivity Ah, you have beaches though. I am nowhere near a beach, just mountains and woodland.
@Rups sounds like you had a successful forage despite your vision issues. I’m not a mushroom lover myself but do envy you the forage & woods.
Enjoy a restful evening.
Hey Rups it’s good you pushed yourself to go out, despite your vision/leg issues today, looks like you got yourself a good mix of mushrooms there, good job
I’ve never understood why the Horn of Plenty, a delicious, edible fungi is also known as Trompette de la mort (Trumpet of death?) The only purple mushroom I have found in my patch is the Amethyst Deceiver, it’s a stunning, gem of a mushroom. My prize find today was the Beefsteak or Ox Tongue mushroom. We may very well endure similar visual concerns, I’ve got a feeling mine have been exacerbated by a perfect storm of brain damage, the stroke hit all the important vestibular-oculomotor neurotransmitters with enough precision to render that function inept. I enjoyed reading your tale of gathering corn. I did make a corny joke in my reply.
Mushrooms are like Marmite for some people. However, there are one or two mushrooms I could introduce you to which might shift your palate a bit.
In the end, I just thought, what is the worst that is going to happen? If I have another stroke, I’m going to have one whether I’m walking in the woods or sitting in my chair. That’s mainly why I insisted my friend accompany me, I was feeling a little fragile, and doing too much fence sitting.
You’ve got the right mindset Rups, life is for living, enjoy every minute of every day to the best of your ability, take care
That’s quite a good day’s foraging. I’m dead jealous! Unfortunately, if I tried walking through terrain like that, I’d be flat on my face in seconds!
Would love to come on a walk with you and tap into your erudition re mushrooms. I found a v large and old ceps but when I cut it it turned blue/green. Cooked, it seemed to look and taste like a penny bun though I was the only one who would eat it. Do you reckon it was? Magga
Shwmae Magga, possibly a Bay Bolete, but there are a few that turn blue, including the Devil’s Bolete which is toxic. Usually, Red netting or spotting on the stem of a bolete is a reason to not pick. You are brave to have eaten that fungi, not being 100% sure.
Thanks for that. I did some checking with books and google so pretty sure it wasn’t toxic. I just loved your description of mushroom picking and the triumph of determination over difficulties. Do hope you have a splendid mushroom-picking outfit.