What better way to spend a wet morning, so wet that even with the greatest care droplets landed on the camera lens, than walking up to Backies to see if there were any of the croft's superb free-range eggs available? Fortunately there were a dozen brown beauties in the cupboard, but even if there had been none, which happens on occasion....
....the local wildlife rewarded us with two fine displays, firstly of roe deer which stood in a field looking at us as if to say, "Oi! Humans don't walk out in this weather!" which was true since we met no-one else on foot. So....
....a fine young buck and....
....his two female friends pretended to ignore us, but when they did finally move off we were startled by three more which had found themselves on the wrong side of the road and came dashing past us in their anxiety to reach their home woodlands.
After collecting the eggs we returned by the mountain bike trail which wends its way through the woods above Dunrobin's home farm. Usually I dislike the darkness of the closely-packed spruce plantations but today....
....they were filled with fungi, at least eight species by my amateur count, from fly agaric through to big, yellow growths obviously feeding on rotting wood, through to....
....gardens of smaller ones, some, like these, clustering round the roots of dead trees.
Anyone with a good knowledge of edible fungi could have filled several baskets with what was on offer. We, fearful of poisoning ourselves, passed the free feast by.
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