autumn colour around, especially in the ashes, rowans and horse chestnuts,
which glow as if they'd been illuminated from within but there's also
plenty of dull drab green - the colour of waxed jackets and hiking trousers.
Strange thing: there's horse chestnut foliage above us, but the odd oak
branch mixed amongst it (left). It takes some working out to
discover that the tree that the horse chestnut branches appear
to be growing from is in fact an oak. The smaller horse chestnut is actually
hidden behind the oak, its branches embracing the older
The root systems of the old beeches near the boathouse
have been exposed by erosion of the bank alongside the path. They're twisted
and intertwined like something out of Tolkien. Some day I must take the
time to draw them.
Richard Bell, firstname.lastname@example.org