Last fall I was wandering through Clingendael Park to enjoy the fungi season on one of the few warm sunny days. I walked on a thick carpet of brown leaves and took pictures with my phone here and there. I was trying to register the amount and diversity of fungi it was possible to see around. There were people more ready than me to catch up with the beauty of nature: big cameras, tripods, and lights. I knew, at that moment, that fungi were a serious matter in this country.