autumn
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The season’s gilded edges – An Autumn walking diary
The changes creep beguilingly across the leaf scattered pathways, bursts of vivid colour, softer, lower sunlight, and a breath of magic in the air. Continue reading
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Into the dusk, into the changing season…An Autumn Walking Diary
The deep blue skies are clear but darkening, a soft beckon, a gentle thrall – the energy of day, and of summer – meeting the darker enigma of autumn. I seek to pause, to absorb, to let nature’s breath back… Continue reading
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Walking Diaries*Autumn*A spooky dusk walk into the Wild Wood
It is T-minus 90 minutes till sundown. The impending dusk is creeping up the mountain like an embarrassed ghost. Strange rustles in the undergrowth could be furry creatures preparing for bed, or they could be dark ghouls with the stolen… Continue reading
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Walking Diaries*Autumn*Season of mists and fellow bootiness…
On a thickly foggy October morning, the high mountaintops beckoned me. The low autumn sun shimmered through a veiled sky, gilding the russet leaves in gold, and forming magical landscapes that emerged and evolved from the mist… Continue reading
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Walking Diaries *Autumn* Cocooning calm on the canal-side…
Is there anything more tranquil than the gentle plop of a duck into the still waters of a canal? Soft autumn colours, tranquil reflections and comical birds in a gentle leaf-dusted ramble… Continue reading
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Walking Diaries*Autumn* Forest life from the coal dust…
Today’s walk heads into the land of deep evergreens grown upon the spoil of our mining past. A mountain whose landscape has changed and evolved through the mists of time… Continue reading
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Walking Diaries*Autumn* The magical light of Equinox
The night has fought at last to equal length, and the shadows of the year are creeping up behind the trees. Despite this, the morning light of the low autumn sun is bright – iridescent – and this landscape on… Continue reading
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Walking Diaries*Autumn*The bracken turns to bronze…
The mountain landscape, gilded in low autumn sun, is at the very cusp of change. Verdant green oaks spill their prolific bounty to the ground below, mingling with the first russet leaf-drop. On the open hillside above, the bright green… Continue reading
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Walking Diaries *Autumn*The first whispers on the wind…
Enter that liminal time where summer flowers are fading, but autumn colours have not yet ripened. It prompts us to rove the landscape for bright splashes, hints of magic, and bold defiers of the lengthening night… Continue reading
