It's been raining for a while now. It's a good autumn for fungus. I was up at Brookes again, and found that the contemplation lawn atop an underground lecture theatre or somesuch has produced a spectacular fairy ring of Ink Caps:
I know it was originally intended as a meditation lawn, but in practice everyone gives it the same careful berth accorded to any Oxford quad. I can't see anyone daring to dart out to pick these for a fry-up, though Ink Caps are quite tasty (though you must cook them immediately, before they dissolve into black goo).
The actual roof-level green roof is showing signs of wear and has the gardeners in. This is a beauty in season, teeming with Yellow Rattle. I quite like it in the October rain too; joining in the symphony of grey-green-browns.
There's still too much hardstanding around the John Henry Brookes building for my taste, but plants are given a limited priority. And there are green roofs, at different levels.
I know it was originally intended as a meditation lawn, but in practice everyone gives it the same careful berth accorded to any Oxford quad. I can't see anyone daring to dart out to pick these for a fry-up, though Ink Caps are quite tasty (though you must cook them immediately, before they dissolve into black goo).
The actual roof-level green roof is showing signs of wear and has the gardeners in. This is a beauty in season, teeming with Yellow Rattle. I quite like it in the October rain too; joining in the symphony of grey-green-browns.
There's still too much hardstanding around the John Henry Brookes building for my taste, but plants are given a limited priority. And there are green roofs, at different levels.
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