Nature Diary Rocks History Gallery Links Home Page In the wood by the stream, delicate little parasol toadstools are growing from a carpet of bright green moss on the bough of a crack willow. The green sporangia, the spore capsules, of the moss are growing on the end of wiry stems. In the park, polypore toadstools grow where the stump of a small tree has rotted away. One of the toadstools has been eaten away until only a brown spongy mass remains. The larvae, which I think must be those of a species of fungus gnat, are wandering around, rearing up on their stumpy 'hind-legs' as if looking for the next toadstool to devour. We pause by a marshy triangle of land tucked in between the lane and a derelict railway. Someone has put up a notice declaring it a 'Nature Conservation Area.' The little pond is a mass of duckweed. It's resemblance to a solid painted floor is improved by what appear to be a series of dirty footprints stepping across it. In the grass by the towpath there's a fungus that looks more like our regular mushroom than any other we've seen today.
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