There was an early morning mist on the 7th October, which to me at least finally signified the reality of autumn, and now, with shortening daylight hours, the trees have begun to prepare for the beginning of winter. As I look out of the windows each morning I see colours changing to golds and reds and brilliant yellows. The light is so sharp, and the sun lower down on the horizon.
And to quote my favourite poet, Edward Thomas.
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