Today has been hot. Uncomfortably hot. Made all the more uncomfortable because the central heating has been on.
It is a strange sort of autumn we are having. The trees are still green. It is as if summer is still here, but without the sun.
Above: the branches of the plum tree are pulled down by the ripe fruit.
Above: the young rowan tree is covered in berries.
Above: the apples trees are weighted down over the fence with their autumn bounty.
Above: the horses look inquisitively as I walk along the lane.
The air is still but warm.
The sound of the summer songbirds has gone.
Nothing in all this peace and plenty indicates that winter is coming to meet us.
It is a strange sort of autumn we are having. The trees are still green. It is as if summer is still here, but without the sun.
Above: the branches of the plum tree are pulled down by the ripe fruit.
Above: the young rowan tree is covered in berries.
Above: the apples trees are weighted down over the fence with their autumn bounty.
Above: the horses look inquisitively as I walk along the lane.
The air is still but warm.
The sound of the summer songbirds has gone.
Nothing in all this peace and plenty indicates that winter is coming to meet us.


























