It was a premiere for Smallone, her first mushroom-picking:
The mushroom-picking can be also very dramatic. For example, when you almost lose your father/Smallone´s grandad in the middle of the thick trees:
... or when Smallone also needed a stick as her grandad had...
...and the stick was too long. Then it was ok, but in Smallone´s hands it became almost a lethal weapon:
My sister: "Oh, look Smallone, on this mushroom there is also a little slug. Isn´t it cute?"
We picked many mushrooms - some Summer Ceps, hundreds of the Day Boletes and The Red Cracking Boletes.
...till they dried up and could be stored: