The Tuesday tree: birch on an amber hillside
Up on the hills, north of the Highland line, autumn is well established. The heather flowered quite early this year and has faded to warm russet, while the grasses and sedge are already tawny gold. I love these mellow shades, the colours of whisky and of burns (streams) trickling over peaty soil.
The quintessential tree of this landscape is the birch. Birches seem to grow on thin, acidic soil where nothing else will grow except for the occasional lone rowan. Oh, and commercial conifer plantations, of course, as you can see on the far ridge here.
The landscape of these hills also featured this time last year, in the it’s-still-Tuesday-in-Samoa-tree.