Sunday 10th November
A last, late walk, just as the light starts to fade from the day. I spy faint patches of pinky blue showing between cracks in the interminable grey clouds, a glimmer of hope that somewhere up there the sun is still shining and there might be a few golden autumn days to come. The oaks are turning coppery, the field maples in the hedg…
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