This picture was taken on an alternative version of our Pie walk. My eye was taken by the effect of the colours and the horizontal and vertical lines. The setting sun’s dim, winter light simplified the scene, adding an unusual atmosphere.
If I had to put my finger on it, I’d say anticipation. The woodland seemed to be waiting for the sun to go down.
Ramblers and dog walkers would soon head off for the night. Some would go home, but others would call in for a drink by the open fire always maintained at The Royal Arms, even in the height of the summer. (I’m not just talking about the people, by the way. In many British pubs, as in this one, well-behaved dogs are welcome too.)
Meanwhile, outside in the woods, it’s easy to imagine the spirits of druids keeping company with foxes, rabbits and other woodland creatures until daybreak.