Mushrooms occupy a shadowy world

Mushrooms’ ways are unpredictable, their paths invisible, Charlie Wilkins reports.

I used to wonder at the sight of mushrooms when I was little. Every year, during the shortening days of autumn, my uncle ‘Pakie’ would bring into the kitchen a large basket covered with a tatty muslin cloth.

Slowly, he would unveil it and there on the twisted wicker lay the wide caps and pink gills of horse mushrooms!