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A fairytale world

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Sunday, November 11, 2012

Yes, I've been bitten by the fungus bug. So this blog comes with a warning. If you're not interested in toadstools or they give you the screaming abdabs, now is a good moment to stop reading.

Today I went to (wait for it!) Epping Forest. Again. With the specific intention of looking for 'shrooms. I took my knitting with me.

Laugh all you want but I am knitting myself a woolly 'at to wear on long walks, and not getting much of it knitted because I'm spending all my spare time on long walks. However if I didn't do the walks, I wouldn't need the 'at. The journey to Epping is more than an hour so I can either knit or read and knitting weighs less than a book.

Get to Epping, take the little footpath from the station up towards the high road, find a new little path that I have not seen before and emerge very quickly near Tesco's which I visit for lavatorial purposes. Theirs is the last loo for three hours so worth a visit. I do not do thickets except in extreme cases, and the thickets in the forest are unreliable. Many's the mountain bike with rider that I've seen emerging from a thicket in Epping Forest.

So, I head off briskly up the road. If I were a horse I would be snorting and pawing the ground. Get to the start of Bell Common and go over to examine the pond. Very pretty if wintry. Less pretty is the squidgy mud everywhere. I am resigned to muddy trainers but I do not want wet feet this early in the day. Make a strategic decision to walk along the road next to the common.



It's a beautiful day. There are no clouds. Not one. The sky is deep blue and every surface is coruscating with light. I have photochromic specs but they can't deal with this, so in fact I can only see where I am going if I turn my head away from the sun (I'm heading into it at this point).

I notice a road named Bury Road, which is interesting, cos the first time I walked along here, I looked over at a copse of trees on the common and thought 'burial mound'. Just the way they grew in a clump. Wonder if I'm right.



So, turn off and walk along the road to the start of the nice clear path through the forest. And I'm in.

And it's wonderful.




There has been a very very heavy dew and the grass is silver with it. We also had lots of rain yesterday, and there is mist rising through the trees. They have lost most of their leaves, so there is more light than in the summer and light is sliding through them and catching the rising mist. The air is cool and still and there's that sourish yeasty smell you get from freshly fallen decomposing leaves. I keep stopping and looking and taking photos and wondering how on earth I will be able to describe this magical place in a mere blog. The whole place looks like something out of the Arthurian legends.




After a while I give myself a shake and think shrooms. Last week, I saw some people taking photos of many shrooms on a log so I keep my eye open for shrooms on a log again.

And here it is:


And here are some more:




I am particularly excited by this purple one, which I nearly trod on. Am going to try and identify them.


I keep walking and every so often I see an interesting looking log and go and inspect it for shrooms. A lot of them, however, are on the forest floor like this:

And this one which was about 20cm across:


You have to really watch where you put your feet.

I thought this green one might be slime-covered but I'm not sure:

And this one had been chewed by something:


I keep walking and come to Ambresbury banks, now completely covered in leaves. I'm planning to have a look for Loughton Fort later on as well.


There are loads and loads of people about today, which surprises me a bit, but then I realise why: the weather. It's been vile all week and in fact wasn't great last weekend either, but today it's so gorgeous that even if I'd had other plans I would have abandoned them to do this.



A mum and three or four assorted children zips path on their bikes and the smallest child is heard to complain 'I'm all muddy now'. He certainly is, splashed from face to foot, including his face! Mum will have to hose him down before he's allowed in the house when they get home.


I'm still hopping off the path every five minutes to take photos of shrooms, or at least look for them. The ones that grow on logs seem not to grow on mossy logs, they prefer their logs to be more decayed than that.





The actual moss is quite interesting too. This bit had little sort of grey antler things growing out of it, only about 5-6 mm tall.


This bit had little earshaped 'leaf' things.


Clearly I need a book about moss as well as a book about 'shrooms. I was talking about the lack of animals and birds last week. Today I've seen two magpies, nothing else, but to be honest I've spent so much time looking under logs I would probably have missed a herd of rhinoceros.

I also MUST get some boots. I come to the bit just before the first road, the bit that has always been soggy, and it's a quagmire. In fact the path needs some TLC really.


Reach and cross the first bit of road. Check the map on the noticeboard. I haven't brought my own map with me today, because I know the way. Now I'm in my favourite part. The forest is quite open and light here, there are banks and dips and a fabulous view off to my right. Reach a junction in the path and choose the left hand branch confidently. You can see much further now that the leaves have fallen and I venture off the path a short way to inspect a treetrunk ('shroomless) before returning to the path.

Shortly after this the path starts going downhill.

Er.

The path I think I'm on doesn't look like this. In fact this is the path to Debden-bloody-Green again isn't it?

Curses, curses. I was waiting till I got to my second favourite lunch log because eating, but I turn back the way I've come and fish my sandwiches out of my back pack. I do not like making sandwiches much so they are what you'd call basic. This morning I got two slices of bread out of the freezer, spread peanut butter on one of them, put the other slice on top of it, and called them lunch.

Let me tell you right now darlings, no sarnie has ever tasted as good as that one did today. I was ravenous.

Get back to the junction - happily I had only gone a couple of hundred metres wrong - and within minutes I'm in my absolute favourite part of the forest. It's on very high ground, there are views everywhere between the trees, and the trees themselves have been thinned out I think. There are a couple of dozen people here, everyone's doing what I am, which is walking along with a silly grin on their face.





It's just so lovely, you know?

Walk down the slope to a brook that now has water in it and up the hill at the other side feeling glad I ate those sarnies and thinking another couple would go down nicely if I had more which I haven't but there is soup when I get to my second favourite log, the one in the car park.



Arrive there and it's a bit wet but sit down anyway. Pour out soup and this soup was pretty good anyway (celery, leek, carrot and butternut squash with some coriander leaves - cilantro to the Americans) but under the circs it's like nectar.

Half-way through the soup, I notice 'shrooms growing out the end of my log. Finish soup and take a photo.


Go to other end of log and there are more 'shrooms.


Wasn't even looking for these ones!

Get up, walk over to road, cross road. Am now on the last section of the walk. I've walked this bit three or four times from the other direction but I have never walked the whole of it this way. I turned off to go to Waltham Abbey the one time I came this way. Am overtaken by three people with a dog, which looks a bit like a cross between a dachshund and a corgi but with longer fur. He has clearly had a bath recently because his fur (golden brown and white) is beautifully clean and fluffy. His feet are sticky with mud.

Walk downhill to a stream and the three people are watching the dog, which has launched itself into the stream, and cheering it on. Well this explains why he looked so clean and fluffy, he must need a bath every time he goes for a walk! Walk up the hill and to the left of me is the place where Blackweir Pool is marked on the map. I'm wondering about going to look for it, but I am a bit tired. See a woman emerging from the forest and she stops me and asks which direction is the quickest to a 'town'. I point ahead of me and say 'Loughton, about two miles that way'. She asks what's the other way. I say 'Epping, four or five miles'. She decides on Epping as she started in Loughton.

(Well I hope she found her way ok. It was only about 1pm, which gave her three and a half hours of daylight, but she was wearing makeup and a very urban looking coat so I'm not sure this sort of walking was something she'd done very much. Mind you, she had found the main path so there'd be plenty of people to ask directions of.)

Now, I'm near the turnoff for Waltham Abbey and just after that is the place that I identified last week as being the path to Loughton Fort, the other prehistoric earthwork in the forest. So I walk down it. It's marked by my favourite log for breakfast/lunch/elevenses which has other people sitting on it, they've climbed up about four feet off the ground and carried their dog with them, so it's lucky I've already eaten everything I have to eat with me.

The path is boggy, and rutted with cycle tracks. According to the map that I haven't got with me, the fort is a very short distance from the main path. Then I notice a post with an arrow on it, then another. This is all well and good, telling me (rather intermittently) how to find the fort, but where are the arrows to tell me the way back.



And where IS the fort. There are loads of banks and I can see people in the distance cycling up and down some of them (this fort is only 2,500 years old you know, so it's fine for people to use it as a cycle playground), then I see a sign and go over to have a look at it. This fort is not so well defined as Ambresbury, but you can make out the ridges. My pleasure in my success at finding it is rather dimmed by the 'how on earth will I find my way back?' feeling. I start walking in what I think is the direction I came in and follow some cycle tracks and then see the back of a post with an arrow on and then a tree that I had noticed as being distinctive and I'm back out on the path again. So I don't get lost, and part of the reason why not is that I now know how easy it is to get lost.


The last bit of the walk is uneventful except I see another huge toadstool


and then walking down the main road to Loughton, loads and loads of them in the leaves. I think these may be the ones I identified last week as blewitts, but they have grown a lot more and look different now.


And this is the thing about fungi. There's a huge variation between one and the next, even if they are the same species, which is why people eat the wrong kind.

Now I'm off to see if I can work out what any of these are from my pix.

Then I'm having dinner. Without 'shrooms.

PS the moss with little antlers is just moss with ANOTHER kind of fungus growing through it! It's called candle snuff fungus.
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SJKENT1 11/11/2012 5:26PM

    I just love reading about your walks. Thanks for taking us along

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ANGRITTER 11/11/2012 5:25PM

    A couple of the flat ones look like pancakes and now I am hungry!! So glad you didn't get lost and I really enjoy going on your walk with you!

Thank you again.

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TEDYBEAR2838 11/11/2012 5:16PM

    How BEAUTIFUL! Thanks for sharing. Looks like you took them right from a picturebook!

LOVE IT!

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LIVEDAILY 11/11/2012 5:05PM

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Beautiful!! My grandparents lived in Pennsylvania, and they learned how to forage for mushrooms in the wild. We ate wild mushrooms all the time, and they were delicious! But you are correct, one really needs to know the differences between them or you could poison yourself. There are stories that fairy folk use tall mushrooms to hide under when it rains. I've also heard that if you find a ring of mushrooms, the fairies have been playing circle games. Epping is a magical place!

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COCK-ROBIN 11/11/2012 5:02PM

    A beautiful walk. Thanks for taking me with you!

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DR1939 11/11/2012 4:52PM

    Love your pictures and your walk.

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MRS.DOYLE 11/11/2012 4:43PM

    You must have a really good camera because these photos are fantastic.
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COUPONS0216 11/11/2012 4:36PM

    Love your adventures! Some of your pictures remind me of Thomas Kincade paintings.
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SATCHMO99 11/11/2012 4:29PM

    I love your Epsom forest blogs, and the photos of the fungi is awesome. I'm a fungi-fan, too.

Satchmo (UK SparkPerson)

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KARENLEIGH32 11/11/2012 4:21PM

    Wow never seen so many 'shrooms! It's amazing!

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DAUGHTEROFTWIN 11/11/2012 4:14PM

    What beautiful, magical pictures! I'm searching them for faerie folk.

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JUDSTERF 11/11/2012 4:09PM

    I love your pictures!!! They are so pretty!!! Keep up the good work!!

Judy

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KIPPER15 11/11/2012 4:07PM

    Beautiful walk once again. Lovely pictures. emoticon emoticon

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NITTINNANA 11/11/2012 4:05PM

    emoticon another bulls-eye! How you can see what the the camera will show us always boggles my mind! Throw in your sense of humor, and I can count on being amazed by your blogs again and again. Thank you so much for sharing!

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JACKIE542 11/11/2012 4:01PM

    Beautiful hike today just loved the pictures, I did feel like I was in a fairytale. The lighting in the pictures was magical! Thank you so much! emoticon emoticon emoticon

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ESCHLETZ 11/11/2012 4:00PM

    It doesn't matter what the weather, or the light, on any day you walk there, it's always looking so peaceful and wish I could go get lost in it. I can envision myself pretending to be one of my favorite characters in any of my fantasy type books.
Really can't get over all the variation in all the fungi either. And the fact that most of them are really quite beautiful.

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DALID414 11/11/2012 3:58PM

    SO many shrooms!!

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EVER-HOPEFUL 11/11/2012 3:58PM

    reading your logs always wants to make e go out on a hike lol.only problem it is nearly 10 oclock at night and the kids are in bed and no babysitter.in the morning the day tends to take over and before i know it my good intentions are out of the window and its night again.maybe if i had such lovely trails i would be more tempted to go.just have to make do with the treadmill tonight again i guess.

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REFFIE1 11/11/2012 3:51PM

    Thank you for taking me along once again on one of your magical mystery tours in the forest. Maybe some of those mushrooms are magic too! I always enjoy your epistles and they never fail to put a smile on my face. You once asked if you could track the number of people that read your blog. I don't know if you got your answer but no matter how many people read it, know that they matter to this
Canadian woman out here in Vancouver, B.C. Canada. emoticon

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SUZYMOBILE 11/11/2012 3:46PM

    This reminds me so much of Beatrix Potter, "The Fairy Caravan."

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