Funghi update (another one), Worcester, Monday, 27th October.

We've been out on our usual Monday morning constitutional and continue to monitor our favourite (well, David's favourite) fungal growth.

It is now twisting and shrinking. 

It can't last much longer, can it?

Never fear, as one fungi transmogrifies into summat as yet unknown…...

……an army of another type of blighter has set up an encampment just a few inches away.

They're taking over, we tell you.

Holloways, Suckley, Tuesday, 21st October, 2014.

It's Vicky's second day of her four day not-quite-a-week of annual leave and we've come out to Suckley for a meal at one of our favourite places with John and Glenys who have driven down to Worcester from Cheslyn Hay and then we've driven them here (deep breath for record long sentence without any punctuation).

A wonderful opportunity to have a catch up and generally put the world to rights whilst eating good food - can't beat it.

And on the other side of the table?

It's us!

Dull (weather) day in The Cotswolds, Monday, 20th October, 2014.

 We should be in Batsford Arboretum but we aren't 'cos it was clogged up with coach parties of Boomers and, worse, Pre-Boomers, all shuffling about and clogging up the cafe. How dare they all come out on a day when we chose to come out! It's an outrage!!

So we have driven a bit further on to Stow-on-the-Wold where there are still plenty of Boomers and Pre-Boomers about but where we can at least get something to eat in relative peace and quiet.

Having eaten we have a stroll around the village and find these olde stocks which, despite having been here loads of times, we have never noticed before.

We only noticed them 'cos a 'tourist' was taking a photo of them as we passed by.

As we were taking this photo a 'local' commented that she had lived in the village for years and had never noticed them either.

Weird, eh?

In front of us, an iconic view over The Cotwolds.

Behind us, one of the busiest road junctions in The Cotswolds, but we wont mention that.

Just ignore the traffic and take a selfie.

On the way home we stop off in Bourton-on-the-Hill which we usually have to drive straight through on account of there being nowhere to park.

Today, there's a place in the pub car park. Yay!

No matter where we go and on whichever day of the week we chose it is always 'bin day'.

Take a photo of this building and it's wonky roof, Dave.

OK Vic.

An almost traffic-free photo of Bourton-on-the-Hill.

Plans for what we would buy if we won The Lottery continue apace.

We'd buy a whole row of Cotswolds cottages!

Bourton-on-the-Hill with the splendid Cotwolds scenery in the distance.

Shame the weather has been so dull but that's Carol's fault not ours.

Growing but not blowing (yet), Sunday, 19th October, 2014.

Don't touch it Vic, it's gonna blow (at some point).

Vicky only slightly dwarfed, Friday, 17th October, 2014.

The funghi on the dead tree along the river continues to grow. 

It has grown about another 50% since yesterday.

Disappointingly, it doesn't dwarf Vicky after all, although it is a pretty close thing.

Another alternative view.

It's gonna blow soon!

Funghi mushrooming, Thursday, 16th October, 2014.

It's been six days since the last photo of these fellas….ahem…..mushrooming on a dead tree by the river. Twice the size now.

An alternative view.

Aha! Just realised where we're going wrong: we need a sense of scale!

Not to worry, Vicky will be going on the walk tomorrow and she can stand next to 'em. 

She'll be absolutely dwarfed by the buggers. Oh yes.

First Sunday Roast of the winter, 12th October, 2014.

Great news. Summer's over and so it's time for the first Sunday Roast of the winter.

Of course, as assistant chef, it is most important to take up a position at the feet of The Master.

You gotta make sure that she knows yer here and available to assist at a moments notice.

We're creating roast chicken, with roast potatoes, stuffing, roast parsnips, swede and carrot mash, and sprouts, with lashings of yummy gravy.

Oh, the exquisite torture of the waiting.

Of course, as we wait for things to cook there's an awful amount of tummy rumbling and not a little drooling. Then, once it's all gone in record time, there'll be tremendous wind.

But that's nowt to do with me. No, that's the fella behind the camera and there's absolutely no need to mention him and his digestion on a family blog such as this (oh no).