Yesterday, on our morning walk, we gathered wild field mushrooms and fried them in butter for lunch. Sadly, they tasted very chemical, so we ditched them and today we were obliged to just walk past the many that are still out there. We gathered pine cones for our winter fires instead. There was a thick mist around and the course looked so green and lush. A Fiery-necked Nightjar called quite close to us, thrilling us with it’s evocative song. Why golf has not resumed remains a mystery, but so does so much of what is restricting us so. We are tired of being treated like mushrooms and it is time for our government to wake up and start making some sensible decisions!!