Golden shifts of twinkling light shimmering on the ripples of the river, as the early morning September sun wakens after the nights thunder storm, to start the day.
A dragonfly dances inches above the water to the melody of the rivers flow, one eye on the water, one on the kingfisher waiting for his mornings catch, his green and plumb plumage glistening in the sunshine, as he eyes his potential pray in the river, boosted by the nights rain,
My dog Sandy and I, his tail like a nonstop propeller are on our morning rounds taking in the beautiful English countryside in the search for natures food, suddenly with a rush of wings a pheasant flies off up into the apricot sky from Sandys inquisitive approach only to land a few yards away as if in a defiant challenge to Chase me again
Im on a search for Boletes and Parasols, Blewitts and Wax caps, yes September might be wet and the grass is crowded with daddy-longlegs, but when the sun shines after an early morning thunder storm the Mushrooms will be in abundance and I had set my mind on some for my breakfast.

And there they are before me, I quickly fill my basket, my mouth salivating with the thought of breakfast, two sausages this morning I think, vegetarian of course, free range egg from my chickens tomatoes from the garden and baked beans, and of course a slice or two of hot buttered toast.
I whistle for Sandy Comon boy lets go home and eat, ears pricked at the sound of my whistle Sandy shoots past me like a bat out of hell, I smile to myself as we make our way home.
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