Ah, Danny, what a wonderful pastoral scene you paint. Yet the military training was ever present. Use of relief features to obscure and to hide, intelligence to warn of enemy movement and dispositions, camouflage to prevent detection from above and, most importantly of all, a well rehearsed reaction plan to fool and confuse said enemies when engaged at close quarters. All well worth the time and effort to enjoy the life of bucolic pleasure that you describe so well.
Mushrooming was always a seasonal pleasure of course, even more so if consumed there and then though, in the "frying fly up". So sad, and yet so typical, that all this should be swept away by the "white heat of technology".
I remember the joy of laying out on the grass at Thruxton, awaiting my turn to fly one of Wg Cdr (retd) Doran Webb's Jackaroos on a Flying Scholarship course, watching and listening to a Lark ascending. No room now for such of course in its "developed" form.
Ah nostalgia, they don't make it like they used to!