Jeeze, John! Small world indeed, and a long way and some long years from Girvan to Vancouver Island! Last time I saw Marilyn was on a wood near Irvine---don't jump to conclusions[!!]---She had a bad case of tonsilitis [nae singin'] and was carrying a basket of brambles. We did a swap---I traded a pound of chantrelles for a pound of brambles. Glad to hear she still chants .