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The tough stems <strong>of</strong> amethyst deceivers, Laccaria<br />
amethystina, can be bent and their caps wavy edged.<br />
THE WILD<br />
MUSHROOM<br />
HUNTER<br />
Wayne Thomas uses his expert eye<br />
to forage for edible fungi in the<br />
woodlands <strong>of</strong> the Wye Valley<br />
THE PALE AUTUMN sun casts its dappled<br />
shadows across the leaf-covered floor <strong>of</strong> a Welsh<br />
wood. Suddenly, the stillness is broken by a<br />
rushed movement, the rustle <strong>of</strong> leaf matter, the<br />
crackle <strong>of</strong> snapping branches and a flash <strong>of</strong> saddle<br />
brown. With a Y-shaped stick in one hand, a wicker<br />
basket in the other, mushroom forager Wayne Thomas<br />
has spotted a suitable specimen.<br />
The forest floor <strong>of</strong> this mixed woodland in the<br />
Wye Valley Area <strong>of</strong> Outstanding Natural Beauty,<br />
Monmouthshire, is still damp from recent rains.<br />
Conditions are perfect for gathering edible fungi.<br />
“Fungi are everywhere,” says Wayne, sweeping his<br />
stick in an indicative arc around him. “Take a cubic<br />
metre <strong>of</strong> woodland soil and there could more than 300<br />
different types. Some are microscopic. It’s only when<br />
they fruit and form mushrooms that we can see them.”<br />
He kneels and points among the decaying leaves at<br />
his feet. There, wiggling skyward in golden yellow and<br />
orange clusters, are the unmistakable gilled caps <strong>of</strong><br />
peppery-tasting winter chanterelles. “Mushroom<br />
hunting is about getting your eye in. When you know<br />
what you’re looking for, it’s like entering a whole new<br />
magical world,” he says. Carefully, he picks a handful<br />
<strong>of</strong> the fungi and places them in his basket. The open<br />
weave allows his finds to air and spread their spores as<br />
he continues along his way.<br />
Wayne points to the leaf litter no more than a few<br />
feet away. “Those are amethyst deceivers,” he says,<br />
referring to a delicate set with fluted caps and irregular<br />
gills. “At their prime, they’re vivid purple, but over<br />
time they lose their colour and turn creamy. They’re<br />
edible, but fibre rich, so not one to over-indulge in.” ›<br />
Wayne’s basket soon starts to fill with creamy-coloured<br />
finds from the forest floor.<br />
“The Mushroom is the Elf <strong>of</strong> Plants --<br />
At Evening, it is not --<br />
At Morning, in a Truffled Hut<br />
It stop upon a Spot”<br />
Emily Dickinson, ‘The Mushroom is the Elf <strong>of</strong> Plants’<br />
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