In reply to BrianT:
As I was running through the Longshaw estate last week, looking at the crowds of hunched figures picking over Longshaw meadows, I thought to myself... ah, the timeless rhythm of the seasons - autumn comes, and as has happened since time immemorial the 272 brings flocks of foraging Sheffield-ites to the ancestral mushrooming grounds...
The woods underneath Froggatt are very good for Boletus Edulis, aka ceps or porcini, by the way.