I didn't have to venture far into the woods to find the first fungi.
Next to the path, there was a fairy city of layered mushroom caps.
Once I had attuned my "mushroom radar" as my partner calls it, I spotted fungi everywhere.
I scanned the ground as I walked, looking for patches of colour or texture.
I crawled into bushes, over brambles, and crouched down low to get a good look at all the tiny, hidden beauties springing from the soil and the tree trunks.
I'm not sure where my interest in fungi came from, but I love how it makes me stop and look. How it makes the sight of a flash of purple through the fallen leaves into a cause of great excitement and joy. How they bring back a sense of childlike wonder.
I think they show that there is always beauty to be found in nature, even among damp and decay.