I know I shouldn't complain about this sunny weather................. but us pale creatures of Irish extraction, don't do sunshine. I go red, I burn, I blister, I peel and go back to white again. Anything over 20 degrees C and I start to melt and my brain shuts down. I think I was born to be nocturnal.
If you need me I'll be in the deepest darkest part of the woods, sheltering under a tree.
I'm pleased you needed to get out of the sun and found this lovely patch of trees. Looks pretty muddy, so don't sink in too far! Great colours and moss.
I love the trees they look as though they are wearing their winter coats.