I took these pictures a fortnight ago when the trees still had enough autumn leaves to gleam in the sun and when a thick jumper would be sure to become a hazard at some point during a walk. Storm Arwen blasting through has changed that.
Clues have been plentiful enough: this sycamore holding on to its dusting of gold was already an outlier.
But one of the things about living in a climate with distinct, rhythmical seasons is the shock of the expected. We imagine we are prepared for nights to be long, for the air to sharpen, and to wake up to find snow stretching out over the moor. We’ve seen it all before.
Then it happens and we think, ‘Oh, yes, this is exactly how it is. I’d forgotten.’
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Susan Rushton 
Lovely writing and photos, Susan. Experiencing seasonal changes is reassuring.
Assuming we have shelter, of course.
Selective memory! Know it well. Smiling at you!
All my memory cells are dedicated to fairy lights at this time of the year. At least that’s what I’m claiming.
Traditionally it was cleaning the week before you put the decorations up. I’m building up to it…. slowly 🤗💕