Have you noticed how glorious, vibrant and just darned wonderful the autumn colours are this year? We have spent a very happy few days in Edale with the gathered clan blown in from the four corners (actually it was just the two sets, east and west but four sounds more poetic). The autumn was well ahead of home. The colours in the leaves were stunning. The most amazingly vibrant chartreuses, rusts, golds, greens and purples. The leaves seem to be especially vibrant this year. Aside from the mild damp days causing the intensity of colour, does it also mean something predictive for winter?
Sadly my rubbish camera failed to pick up the colours in their most amazing glory. The best I could get was this view taken from our bedroom window:
On a quick walk up hill and down dale we came across the cutest of sheep:
Absolutely no idea what breed they are. But in a Galaxy far far away in a few millennia I have my suspicions they may just evolve to become Ewoks. If you do know the breed please put me out of my misery and let me know. Aside from the fact there were sheep everywhere. EVERYWHERE! Got me thinking again about the history of wool in East Anglia and the lack thereof these days. A reading project for the list.
I was compelled (propelled?) to get in the workshop when I got home. Those leaves just had to come out in a dye job: