The days are drawing in closer, and nights are growing long and cold.
I took advantage of a rare Saturday off work and went for walk in the woods with my brother to enjoy the last of the autumn.
I love this season. It may be cold, but the colours are rich, the air is crisp and loaded with the rich smell of the fallen leaves that drift into heaps by the side of pathways. I refuse to grow out of jumping in these drifts, far too much fun.
Dayal was dressed sharp for my camera, which drew curious looks from the dog-walkers who passed us.
When we were young we had names for many of the trees in these woods, and built little pixie armies out of the beech nut shells that carpet the ground. It was funny to see my little brother in such a familiar setting, but looking so grown up.
Some leaves that autumn missed…
All in all, it was a lovely walk.