It’s Sunday morning 7am and I’m out with Stella, apart from the full moon the sky us clear, not a single cloud to be seen.
Im wishing I had grabbed my gloves as Jack is definitely biting at them today. Mersea Rd is unusually busy for a Sunday and the remarkable thing is there us still colour in the trees. The reds have largely gone but the mix of yellow and green is striking.
The leaves on the ground have lost their goodness back into the earth and will soon be a rotting slimy and slippery mess.
Warnings of Ticks keep Stella and I from Fridaywoods for now, even though Stella is protected I’d rather not take the chance.
Stella and I are on the back end of the Garrison walk now with a mile to go I must pick up the pace as tesco are due at 8am. The sun has broken the horizon but it’s not raised the temperature yet, a cold breeze keeps the exposed skin cold.
Most of the remaining, untouched berries have shrivelled away and the majority of migratory birds have taken to the wing some leaving for warmer climbs others arriving from colder.