Frost reveals tiny details that usually go unnoticed. Here wood grain and the veins of a fallen leaf are picked out in ice crystals on the wooden handrail of a footbridge.
On a cold day of hazy blue sky, frosty fields looked dusted with snow….
but in the shelter of the wood, grass and sedge leaves were summer green and autumn leaves glowed gold on young beech saplings.
Russet brown, fallen leaves carpeted the path, rustling underfoot (except where they concealed unfrozen mud). Elsewhere along the path bright maple, hazel and lime leaves made pools of sunny colour but for me it’s crisp, crunchy beech leaves that really spell autumn.
An autumn walk on the Hirsel estate near Coldstream.