What is the picture of?
Guesses came in for last week’s picture from Matt, Dookes, Rosa, Charlie and Maja over at Travelling Rockhopper. Thanks to all for participating! While initially Spain attracted the votes, interest soon shifted to Italy, with both Rosa and Matt homing in on Pitigliano in southern Tuscany. This was indeed the case, and Rosa, who got her answer in first, wins another badge, with Matt (yet again!) a worthy runner-up.
As Rosa said, apart from the beauty of Pitigilano itself, the area is known for its Etruscan ruins and most impressively, I thought, the ancient pathways, “Vie Cave” or Sunken Roads, carved deep within the rock. Not to mention the profusion of mushrooms sprouting everywhere when we visited in November.
This week it’s back to What? at the top of this page. Happy guessing!
The story teller’s picture: They’ve been used since time immemorial to put us in touch with the Gods. Alternatively, they send us mad or kill us. I’m not a fantasy writer but here we’re clearly in a realm of mythical beasts, warring tribes and sorcerers. “My Lord Argrunthen, I have bad news. An army of Martworgs marches our way. Queen Trecitta’s throne is no longer safe.” (To be continued…)
The picture taker’s story: This was the largest of a vast abundance of different species near Pitigliano, southern Tuscany, early November. Madeleine, who in a former life was a wily hunter-gatherer, was all for a fry-up. ‘What?’ I said. ‘Don’t you remember the St Michel basilica in Bordeaux?’ Many years ago, before they were removed for preservation, we saw a whole family of mummies there, foul grimaces twisting their leather faces. Poisoned by mushrooms in the Middle Ages. ‘Hmm,’ she replied. ‘How about a packet of frozen funghi misti?’ Not very magical, admittedly, and no Gods came to visit. On the positive side, though, at least we’re still alive.
Over to you: Any mushroom pics or stories, real or imagined? Let me know and I’ll link!