We had a call from George –  ‘when can you get down as the field mushrooms are out today”?  Tomorrow arvo was our response – so the following day we cleaned up earlier and hit the road south to the Derwent and to that most Gothic of landmarks; the Black Snake Inn where we scored these fully ripened and gamey ‘horse mushrooms’, a load of crispy pears and a few hours with the master collector drinking tea and chatting up a few of his new clocks.