Some mornings we wake up to thick fog that gradually burns off, filling the woods with an eerie Halloween atmosphere. Ghosts and ghouls lurk behind every tree ...
... no, really they do. Black trumpet shaped fungi called horn of plenty poke up through the leaf litter. They're said to be trumpets being played by the dead.
|Horn of plenty|
|Dead moll's fingers|
|A sulphur tuft forest|
|Snowy inkcap, covered in white flaky scales|
|A delicate little inkcap|
|The first signs that the beech leaves are changing colour|