Heads bent together in conspiratorial whispers, swearing allegiance to their cause, & taking vows of secrecy as serious, if not more so,than the Official Secrets Act.
They pledge their lives & loved ones not to divulge their group's secrets to anyone, & go miles on manoeuvres to their revered sites of worship in all weathers before the break of dawn.
What are they? Criminals? Anarchists? No. They are none other than pursuers of the elusive Blue Button Fungi. The locations of the "bluey" fields are more secret than the wheareabouts of Nuclear Silos.
The Bluey is rare, tasty & exquisite. The mere sight of it growing in profusion has turned grown men into giggling wrecks. It is considered a major feat of one-upmanship when a large weight is cut.
Yes for such a simple lifeform as a fungi, the Blue Button mushroom is truly shrouded in mystery & intrigue.
Bon appetit!
Dedicated to my Dad
