We awoke on Saturday to the first winter wonderland of the season. The landscape was coated in a thick layer of frost, with a palette of white, mint and green. To remind us that we’re not quite ready for winter yet, by lunch time the shades had deepened, darkened and faded into rich hues of sepia toned orange and brown. Fen and I decided to go exploring.
The oaks are the most wonderful, the bold greens of the summer have been entirely replaced by a cloud of fiery red and orange. I love the meadows all year round, but this November they have been particularly spectacular.
The grass is dying back, but a gentle glow of green seeps through, a last little flash of summer.
Who knew nature could produce so many different shades of gold in one field?
Fen leads the way, of course.
One picture perfect matchbox house overlooks the sea of bronze.
Autumn may be coming to an end, but the seasonal wonders are only just beginning. It’s a great time to go for a walk.