Journalists are predictable, but not so the reach of the stories they write. Every year I expect to be asked if it’s unusual that daffodils are in flower so early, if all the baby birds will die in the cold snap or whether wildlife will ever recover from the drought. I always oblige and, sadly, weird weather is becoming the norm thanks to climate change.
So it was no surprise that a local journo called me after the (positively balmy) Christmas hols to ask about unseasonal arrival of fungi, particularly magic mushrooms. Now this last revelation did catch me out.