Up early, a glorious autumnal morning, dogs fed and off to meet the fellow mushroomers. I was on time and they a wee bit late, but we headed off via a bar for the obligatory caffé and thence to the woods.
We travelled to the hills behind Gubbio, the foothills of the Apennines and went foraging. Beautiful woods high in the hills ablaze with colours, lovely woods to walk in and certainly there were mushrooms, but porcini none 🙁
Our harvest was miserably small,embarassingly so, but a good time was had by all. So amusing the heterosexual chatter, to hear of the videos they share, the barmaids they fancy, how similar and at the same time totally different to being with a group of gay guys, my how I chuckled 🙂