Sunday was a warm and dry day, the sunshine filtering through just green leaves. Under ash we found a carpet of yellow leaves, whilst the oaks were still garbed in green. Autumn is slowly stealing along the boundary of the wood; the fields are now stubble and the hedgerows flash the read of ripe hawthorn.
Despite this, clinging on in the sun, there were late bloomers. A frail and lone columbine, bramble and fragile dog rose peeped out shy heads to the Indian summer.
Inside the wood itself there are signs of a deeper Autumn in the form of bracket fungus on the trunks of trees, acorns flowering with galls in the branches. Under foot yellow fruit form.
This was a welcome afternoon of walking, chatting, picture taking. Most importantly it was an afternoon of recharging very flat batteries and fortifying ourselves against the coming week. I will leave you with wanderings through the greenwood, if you listen carefully you may catch conversations that ranged from solids, liquids and gases to butterflies.