The leaves may not yet be falling yet but there is a very autumnal feel about the heath – especially after a heavy shower when there is not a soul to be seen anywhere. Most unusual.
I don’t know whether this is a particularly fecund year for oak trees, but I have never seen, felt or heard so many acorns. As you crunch across a carpet of them under the trees you are constantly dive-bombed by acorns that shoot down like bullets and either hit you painfully on the head or plop loudly on the ground around you. If even 0.1% of them grow into trees the heath will be overwhelmed.
Given that it has been so wet I thought I would share with you one of our overflowing streams – a few minutes of rushing water down on Millfield Lane.
And finally, when the skies cleared and the sun came out for a very brief hello, this very fine tree which – if you stretch your imagination – could bring to mind the goddess Kali with her many arms swaying in a gentle dance?