We like to take a litle wander in the evening,after dinner. Sometimes down to the beach, but more usually across the fields and into the little woodland that skirts the lilyponds. It’s a crime to live so close to so many wonderful beaches and not really like them, but I don’t. I like trees and copses and woodland and rivers and streams, rather than wide open stretches of sand and ocean. Anyway. Want to come for a little walk with us? It’s a lovely evening for it, cool and crisp and with a gentle autumnal flavour in the air…..
I love the colour of the sky in autumn. It’s such a mellow deep soothing blue.
Note to self: come back in a couple of weeks when the blackberries have ripened.
I think they call this Old Man’s Beard. Yes?
One last brave sprig of honeysuckle, a last halloo to summer.
Mmm. I’m thinking blackberry crumble.
Plenty of goodies for the birds too.
Mmmmm, now I’m thinking blackberry & apple crumble……….
Do you love moss as much as I love moss?
The woodland beckons…..
And Tony has got tired of waiting for me while I take 1047 photos of moss.
Just one more, I promise…….
This makes me want to roll, like a pony at pasture……
I’ve always been told that lots of berries early in the year predict a cold winter. I hope that’s not true.
I think I’d like to get married again and have my wedding procession down this grassy aisle.
The dark is falling, the woods are glowering, better leave before some goblin comes out and turns us into a wizened stump…..
Ooh, look, a branch swing! Just high enough to take my feet off the floor and……
“I’m ok, I’m ok.”
No more photos that evening, I was laughing too hard to hold the camera steady………