Mushroomers
In how many new ways does the town impinge on the country ! Last week some villagers, eager to be the first to reap the daily crop of mushrooms in a favourite meadow —it is 26 miles from London—found two Londoners roaming the field in a motor-car and picking mushrooms by the aid of the headlights, which indeed are singularly effective for the purpose. The hour was 4.45 a.m. The mushrooms were so plentiful that the car owners were able to carry off a sackful and still a fair number were left for the villagers. The early bird has to be very early for this delectable food. Farmers and landowners are growing much more prohibitive of the freedom of their fields since such incursions from strangers became common but the mushrooms need a much less careful watch than will the holly in a few weeks time. Not small cars but big lorries are despatched from London to reap this harvest, and many fine trees and bushes arc grievously maimed. Londoners too can get up very early in the morning.
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