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.Read More »Enjoy the Fungi Season and Help the Science!
One foot in front of the other. My thighs are burning a bit, my breathing is regular. My whole body feels like in some kind of a trance. I keep on going and I feel good. It seems there comes no end to this Indian summer, the colors are amazing, the sun is soft. I look ahead to see which turn I will take in Delftse Hout, and without much thinking I just follow my internal compass. Leaves, branches and acorns are cracking under the soles of my running shoes. I take another deep breath and I brace myself. Another 10 minutes to go. I can do this.