Unremittingly — can you smell that mintyness that rises from the damp litter of fallen leaves?
We’ve enjoyed a long and beautiful Autumn. The beech woods have been aflame and the more sober oaks have held on to their russet leaves until just a few days ago.
But now suddenly, in one night, everything is changed!
The sky has cleared and the temperature has plummeted. At night the stars in our black night are stunning and the all-day frost in the hill’s shade makes the morning seem moonlit. You can see the cold and smell the cleanness of the air (and stub your toe on a frozen mole hill).
As the low winter sun peeps over the hill and stretches over the ground, where it touches it brings back life and colour.