First in Dorset. Now West Yorkshire.
Autumn at its best
Hello Rune. This tree is about an hour and a half's drive from where I live. In some ways that's not a great distance. But the countryside there is very different. Finding myself in all that gold evening light with the red of the berries and the purple of the heather and the yellow of the gorse . . . I was quite awestruck. There were sheep pottering around too so in some ways it felt like walking into a Victorian painting. (Only brighter.)
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