Backlit brambles leaves, 1 November Cool, fresh air from the north and a sharper, stronger light. The fells are defined and architectural. I can trace walks I know and love. The woods below Scout Scar seem to have coloured overnight- yesterday they were unremarkable. It's a different kind of magic.
I've rarely seen the bramble patches taking on such rich colour. These translucent leaves are often at the spiny heart of a bramble patch, but I can't resist.
I've rarely seen the bramble patches taking on such rich colour. These translucent leaves are often at the spiny heart of a bramble patch, but I can't resist.
Scout Scar escarpment with slivers of dark yew, Scots pine, and the woods below. Bramble leaves. Hazel leaves and next spring's catkins. Halloween felt like summer. As hazel leaves colour, soon to fall, their green catkins prepare to over-winter.
One of those companionable days when everyone shared their delight in this glorious light. I met my first ever Cavalier King Charles. A puppy learning socialisation and manners and making swift progress. A long lead gave the freedom to explore, held her back when she ventured too close to the cliff- edge. Ragged ears turned gold, with the sun behind her. Always the comforting voice of her owner, good girl, good girl.
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