The Tuesday tree: bright and cold
Our run of grey weather is continuing. Enough of such dreariness: let’s remember the best sort of autumn day, as we had about a week ago. Thick frost in the morning, crisp air holding the river mist down at the base of the hills, and the beech woods fiery in the early light. There is still a little colour hanging on in the beeches even now, eight or nine days after this photo was taken. I will miss it once it’s gone.
This time last year it was much colder, on the whole. See The Tuesday tree: frost.