We walked along leaf scattered paths
their dry, crispness crunching under our feet
Alone and yet not with just the sound of the breeze in the branches and the occasional twitter of a robin, unseen but heard.
We wandered past old stone, lichen encrusted walls
and walls covered in dark green ivy which dangled towards the brown autumnal leaves on the path's floor.
The sun came out to warm the late morning
dappling through the trees where leaves still clung stubbornly on, defying the breeze which was now reaching more of a bluster, whipping up leaves from the forest floor only to shower them once more to their resting place
The signs of autumn were everywhere, in the sounds, scents and colours of the day, reds, golds and holly greens, the calls of crows, pheasants and wood pigeons, woodsmoke and rich earthy smells scenting the air.
The red berries, of which there were many, glowing in the now warm noonday sun
glorious portents of the colder, harsher winter weather to come.
Have a lovely weekend everyone.