Pickin' Mushrooms
(On looking back)
(27/9/1971)
We went pickin' mushrooms, me an' 'Edwig,
In the woods, under the trees.
Ther' wer' all soarts.
Yeller 'uns wer' best , but them as turned dark when yer cut 'em open wer' good too,
But 'arder to find.
'Edwig wer' much faster 'n me
'Cos she'd 'ad more practice
Pickin' mushrooms.
We'd soon filled a big bag,
So we took 'em back to t'farm
An' some we 'ung on cotton thread, to dry 'n keep,
An' some we left in t' bag for later,
An' some we fried up in butter,
An' they wer' reet good!
But any'ow
It wer' nice just pickin' them mushrooms
In t' woods under t' trees
With 'Edwig.
The companionship I'd felt in Aberdeenshire lasted long. It was a team, and I sometimes missed my friends. I'm still in contact with Hedwig and Bela, and I would be with Tony too if only…… You'll find out about Angus later.
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