Calling all mycologists ... name that fungi

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What a difference a day makes.

On Saturday we had a frosty morning, clear blue skies and a dusting of snow on the hills – ideal conditions for a bracing walk.

The morning was spent on my local riverside patch seeking out photogenic fungi.

There was such a thick covering of newly fallen leaves that it was difficult to find anything. However, the example used here was spotted on an ancient rotting tree stump and I couldn’t resist it.

I have struggled to find a name for it, but it made such a lovely picture that it doesn’t really matter. Perhaps some more informed mycologist reading this will help me out.

In the afternoon, a shopping trip to Hawick was combined with a stroll through Wilton Park and what a feast for the eyes it is at this time of year. Blue skies, stunning autumn colours and crystal clear reflections on the glassy Teviot made it a photographer’s heaven.

Not only did the clocks go back on Saturday night but the weather went back as well and returned once more to the horrible cold, wet conditions we have become so used to of late.

On Sunday my riverside walk was more of a chore and I was glad to get back to the warmth of the fire.

Regardless of the weather, the garden birds have to get on with life and it was fascinating to sit back with a coffee and watch them come and go. I don’t know if any other armchair bird watchers have noticed, but recently coal tits have become more numerous than I can remember. They used to be third in the pecking order after the more common blues and greats but not at the moment. Perhaps they had a more successful breeding season than the others or maybe their natural food supply has run out, forcing them to come to gardens. I would be interested to hear if any other readers have experienced a similar influx. Drop me an email. The address is on page 2.