Following yesterday’s somewhat stark image, an image from further along the circular walk around Croft Quarry, this part as we climb the hill up from Croft Village to the Lane where we live. The trees are almost bare, and the ground is carpeted with a thick layer of dead leaves, and the temptation to just shuffle through them is irresistible, each foot like a snowplough dividing the drifts of leaves to leave two parallel tracks behind. Unlike ploughed snow, the tracks are transient, the leaves settling back across the path almost straight away, and when we look back, it is as though we have never been there at all.
