Gloriously golden afternoon in October: blustery but mild; row upon row of yellow straw glistening in the sunshine,waiting to be baled; leaves clattering down; fungi - yellow, grey, white - emerging in patches everywhere and that indefinable scent pf autumn. Been several walks in the woods since return from travels in foreign parts but this was the first day that really looked the part.
Meanwhile we await the arrival of the remains of Hurricane Ophelia on the anniversary of the great storm of 1987 and hope the weather forecasters are right this time, pace Michael Fish.
Tales of travels to follow as and when....the weird and the wonderful, train journeys to remember, the kindness of strangers (naturally), food, drink, bus trips, steps climbed, views admired,good books read on the way of course and - it has to be said - the stupendous folly of Brexit underlined every day. :(
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