The light today was bright; the skies clear; and the temperature cold. This morning we drove into the forest via
with its splendid autumn colour burnishing both woodland trees
and bracken-carpeted moorland.
The moon, not yet having retired, nestled in the crook between two sunlit tree.
Golfers in their retirement putted balls on the Burley course. Biggification of the second above image will reveal three of the little white orbs, one of which has just been struck by the gentleman assuming the position. His shot didn’t quite have the legs.
Alongside Forest Road I left the car to photograph more flaming trees,
and wandered among trees opposite.
Fallen leaves whispered softly as I
gingerly swept the sun-streaked forest floor,
with its moss-coated roots and trunks,
and prehistoric skulls.
Lingering leaves traced companionable shadows;
while backlit ponies cast longer ones even in the late morning.
Pools, dry for many a month, like this one on the Burley Road, are filling up and reflecting the season.
Miniature Highland cattle made use of the landscape’s camouflage outside The Rising Sun at Bashley.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s most flavoursome mixed grill casserole; bright green broccoli, traffic light orange carrots, and creamy mashed potato with which I drank Saint-Chinian 2016 and the Culinary Queen abstained.