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The Arboretum, Nottingham, a Victorian park on the edge of the city centre, pictured on a recent flying visit there, the leaves of the trees coloured for autumn.

Inconspicuously coloured mushroom, its cap almost the same shade as the bits of soil still resting on it.

Heron perched on a sturdy fence post separating a small stream from a marshy field outside Berkswell.

Orange peel, fungi unmistakable once it is clear they are not the discarded outer layer of the citrus fruit. These were in West Park, at a spot where they have been growing every autumn for several years.

There was the herd of bullocks grazing in the field by Berkswell bordered by the stream carrying the outflow from the eponymoua well. One of them had decided that the tastiest vegetation was growing right beside the stream, and was standing with the water up to its knees as it ate.

When I returned a little later, it had returned to dry land. Its legs now had a mud coating as knee-length stockings.

Possibly the easiest to identify of autumn fungi: fly agarics with their bright red caps (fading to orange after rain) flecked with white “warts”, the remnants of a veil which protects the fruiting body as it emerges through the soil.

The first three pictures are of the same mushroom seen from different angles; the next three still the same mushroom on the next day. The final picture is one elsewhere, showing its age and the signs of extensive nibbling.