I know nothing at all about fungi so just enjoy the shapes and sizes, they are not in an omelette for dinner chez Moorhen.
Path towards Godalming- not tried it out, really should do one day.
Path towards the A281 crossing.
Sort of towards the North Downs-ish (to be honest this is facing more easterly, but there is a bit of a down)
Oh yes, the dark. Was still dark. No witches as yet. But there were eyes. I had expected eyes in the dark, blinking, on the first night and saw none. But this afternoon there was a cat (who was pissed off that I disturbed his hunting), and a muntjac (well it wasn’t a cat/dog/rabbit/deer//badger QED muntjac).
Still just a little bit scary when the tyres lose grip on the mud in the dark. I tried to take a picture of how (not really very) dark it is with the fabulous light; but my phone camera is a bit snooty about darkness. (That sentence is utterly, utterly nonsensical) Time to go, cat vomit to clear up.