Together with the rest of the northern hemisphere I’ve been taking a few photos of autumn colour.
Yesterday was such a calm and warm day I felt I had to go out for a walk – even though my feet were hurting me quite a bit (not sure if it’s arthritis, tendonitis or something else!) I really wanted to go. So I rubbed Diclonofec onto the hurty bits, took a paracetemol and put on my trainers. I took the car to go about 5 minutes up the road to the woods above the village. St Just is in a dip, surrounded by hills, and as sawmills are one of the chief employers in the area, there are a lot of woods. Sometimes – like on my walk on Friday – you will take a well known path and suddenly find that great swathes of woodland have disappeared, giving a totally different feel to the walk!
St Just from the beginning of the walk. I decided to walk in one direction for 30 minutes, and then turn round to retrace my steps. So I just walked through the woods, which are full of trails for the wood lorries, and when I reached a junction and decided which way to go, I left myself a sign showing the return journey:
Scouting for Boys has nothing on me!
The autumn colours were beautiful, and I tried to capture them on my little point-and-press camera. I don’t have much techy knowledge/understanding and I suspect it could do greater things than I have managed here, but never mind.
After about 40 minutes or so I reached an outcrop of rock, in dappled sunlight, so I sat for a while, listening to the near silence. I could hear the distant thrum from the motorway, and from time to time the hunters’ horns and dogs from another hillside, but mostly it was so quiet that I could hear the leaves falling. And it was so warm that even sitting still I had my sleeves rolled up.
But then I turned round I found my way back to where I’d parked. By the time I saw the little car waiting for me, I was feeling tired and sore. But it had been a lovely walk.