‘A hat full of mushrooms’That remains my ONLY fallow! The closest I've been since is that one in December last year I think that grunted at me from deep in a rhododendron when I went back to the high seat we'd been sitting in all morning because I'd forgotten my gloves. Never saw a hair of it though! Still, I found a hatful of mushrooms so worth the trip!
Now there’s a good name for an autobiography!
