we are very lucky to have a beautiful green lane that we share with Field Dalling, as it forms part of the boundary between that village and Bale.

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today the grey sky made the autumn leaves radiate light upwards

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it’s very pleasant not to have to worry about traffic with miss T off the lead,  I let her off the lead a good deal now she’s older and has more or less stopped chasing creatures, or at least not very far, if she sees them.

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the lower part is edged with bracken, which a friend told me is a sign of an ancient pathway, as it will have been established when bracken was growing freely across the landscape

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almost the first plant to begin to relinquish its green, it turns a pale bronzy gold colour before its final rust.

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this morning the northeasterly blowing drizzle across the fields made the lane felt welcoming and sheltering

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leaves falling everywhere

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winter wheat pale green in the field

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the lace-like structure of the bracken fronds

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the hedge twiggery’s verticals and criss-crossing palisade

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the ash leaves piled across the path

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hazels and field maple bright discs and stars

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a painterly sprinkling at the edge of vision

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gold and russet gleam

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the stark hedge stems against the light

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we stir up the leaves along the well-trodden path

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in the gloom under the tall protective hazel and maple stems

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the low light makes the exit to Marsh and Hard farms glow green beyond the crouching oak trees

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hazel leaves are bright

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the lane narrows down

and leaves blow across like large raindrops

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although it will need cutting back soon I love the lane unkempt like this, it feels safe and warm, enclosing us against the wind.