The Gravity Pull Of Plants

Acer leaves with pink tips in autumn

My home town has many rows of Victorian terraces and to get to any of my countryside, wood or park walks, I go through some of them.

While not exactly lying higgledy-piggledy, each batch of terraces forms its own grid dictated by the hillside rather than a uniform plan. Walkers are offered an alternative way at nearly every corner: all being even, my choices are dictated by plants. I visited these three along my walk yesterday.
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