its almost dusk at the end of the most perfect autumn day and a vee formation of geese fly low right over my kitchen. but the camera is nowhere to hand. I took these yesterday in Holt Lows, a piece of old heathland dotted with marsh and ponds, and overgrown with bracken and gorse, with groves of silver birch


and scrubby oak trees. I went cep hunting but there was hardly any fungi to be seen.


I don’t know if I was too early, usually there is plenty, with fly agaric all over the place. the leaves have not really changed colour much yet either.