And after the woods there was this panoramic view - Suffolk doesn't get much higher than this (120m). It's so difficult to capture the subtlety of fading light and distant fields (click on the picture to enlarge it) there's so much in that strip of landscape between ploughed earth and sky.
The hedgerows are full of autumn fruits . . .
The unlikely combination of the vivid pink casings and the orange seeds of the Spindle bush - a spangly explosion of colour!
Plump clusters of inky blue sloes tucked among the leaves turning buttery yellow on the Blackthorn bushes.
And blood-red haws on the prickly tangle of the Hawthorn - a feast waiting for the arrival of the winter thrushes from the far north. My mind is stuffed full of images to keep me happy through dark evenings and cold nights which will arrive very soon.
An Evening of Barely Imagined Beings
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