I took Anna and the dog out for a walk in the woods this afternoon. Don't worry: we all came back alive. Labour had no prior knowledge of our trip. Autumn really has arrived here. In Pembrokeshire, we don't often see the magnificent rich autumn colours - as soon as the weather changes, the gale force winds strip the leaves from the trees before they have a chance to turn. But this year we are at least getting a glimpse of them. I saw this rather attractive fungus growing on a tree stump, next to a clump of montbretian escapees from the garden. I undertstand that these are called 'coppertips' or 'falling stars'in the US, which is rather good.
The leaves are piling up thick on the ground now, which is fun in a kind of childish kick-your-way-through way, but I need to pick them up around the house at least, before they turn to mush and ultimately humus. We laid new gravel round here last year, which looks great but is a pig to ride the bike on, and I don't want it to get submerged in muck like the last lot. Besides which, there is something very therapeutic about piling leaves up and burning them. The smell is wonderful, and it annoys the Greenies. Result.