Growing up in Wiltshire, I frequently collected mushrooms in the Autumn so when I spied these in the field next door, I had to jump over the fence, knife in hand, only to find that the childhood excitement of discovering them was tempered by a more adult concern as to whether or not they were ‘safe’ to eat. The internet is now awash with websites for would be foragers but the mushrooms themselves always seem to be slightly different from the examples on the page. As far as I could tell they were, somewhat unsurprisingly, Agaricus Campestris or Field Mushrooms. They were delicious and I am still alive….