The last photo taken as we approached the Lane after a misty walk. We left home in the mist, we walked through the mist, we followed the paths back home through the mist and we got to the gate back onto the Lane just as the sun broke through the mist, and I turned to look back to where we had been walking to see the morning sunshine lighting up the warm reds of the brickwork on the barn, with a backdrop of the fading autumn colours in the countryside beyond. It wasn’t until I opened this image that I realised that most trees are now bare. With no sharp frost to date, each leaf has decided to leave home and head for the earth in its own time, and there have been no deep drifts of crunchy brown foliage to shuffle through, even on woodland paths. After unusually mild weather nature has given up waiting for autumn, and has just got on with its preparations for winter, and is now ready for the frosts forecast for later this week.
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