You’d think that Autumn was a once-in-a-lifetime event, and that it came round like a comet every century. Because, even when you know pretty much what’s coming, every year is like seeing it the first time– and it’s a sight I absolutely defy anyone to get tired of seeing.
Yes, that is indeed a cunning excuse and intro to show you some snaps, taken this Sunday on our trip to Batsford Arboretum. Here’s Batsford House (which is private) nestled among the trees as Gloucestershire stretches out behind it into the haze…
Why is it so easy to forget how beautiful Autumn is? Because it always seems so transitory – a fleeting blaze of flaming leaves, and then it burns itself out into cold Winter ash?…
Here, we’re hot on the hunt for the perfect tree: the poster tree for Autumn….
…but then just about every tree is a perfect tree….
…even trees bare but beautiful, the harbinger of winter days ahead.