Wednesday Wood Pile

We wandered around Westonbirt Arboretum today but this was on the way there - a view into the Charltondown Covert. It looks lovely but I suspect it's not open to the public and I have an aversion to shotgun pellets.

The light is vague and fleeting now, and on the trees the leaves are, um, leaving. When the sunshine slips through the branches it is delightful, but there is no doubt, winter is coming...

Off into Bristol tonight, for a Steve Hillage and Planet Gong gig. Memories of a completely other life flash before my eyes, and as I down the third cup of tea I glance cautiously toward the teapot. You never can tell.