Brambles wrack my jumper and berries shrivel and wither back into the old wooden wardrobe of deep autumn hedge. Brown trees become the uniform colour of winter and the northern grey blanket spreads its heavy silence over the last blush […]
September trees rattle like down turned paper cups. Golden lampshade softens tones of green and grey but heightens hues of crimson berries and the rolling waves of fallowed hay. Birdsong scatters and slowly fades into insignificant outbursts of random chatter […]
