Another visit to Bantock Park. By the beech hedge, a fly agaric mushroom, the cap not yet flattened. Another one earby, kicked over, showing the gills on the lower surface of the cap, and the stem with its ring half way down.
A mossy front lawn on a quiet side street, with a sprinkling of parrot wax caps, tiny but brightly coloured mushrooms. Most of the green colour had been washed off by heavy rain. But enough was still left to be sure the fungi weren’t one of the other yellowish waxcap species.