Golden Cascade

The Beech woods are beginning to turn now, and as we walked through the Westridge the floor was carpeted with red, brown and gold. 

Where the paths have, over centuries, dropped down between high earth banks the roots of the trees reach down and the leaves land like fairy gold among them.

It's good to get out. Although we are generally finding a life amidst the chaos my head can overfill with the news of impending doom. Being in the trees helps, a lot. 

Less than 75 days to Brexit, far fewer to a Partial or Full Lockdowns with many a variable rule and exception, corrupt and incompetent government(s); it all drops away. But oh so soon returns...

Only a week, too, until the clocks go back an hour. And then the descent into winter begins in earnest. Hold tight, folks.