The long way home around a narrow lane that winds downhill,out of the town and down into oak woods and a green valley. Pastures where a commoning farmer grazes his ponies. Deep broadleaved woodlands where oak, birch and beech are turning to brown and gold. Inclosures where young trees can grow without harm from grazing stock. A barking dog and the scent of woodsmoke rising from the chimney of a cottage in the lane.
Across pasture land to the turning oaks of Linwood.
A pony grazing the green at Linford Bottom.
Young beeches turn to autumn gold in Linford inclosure.
A track to the moor just north of Picket Post.
An old bay mare and her chestnut colt foal wander and feed by the lane at Linford.
2 comments:
Lovely photos as always. You're getting lots of walking done. I really MUST get a walk in later to burn off some of the chocolate pear pudding I had yesterday!
Autumn appears to be a gentle and prolonged season where you are. With so much early snow and cold, I think we missed having a "fall" in our part of the world.
I'm feeling concern that the antelope herds may have been caught in their migration to lower winter ground from the high mountain grazing---it is brutal on the passes. It will be a long winter for the herds of wild horses.
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