It is that time of year again - Autumn, with all its magnificent colours. That can only mean one thing for friend W and me - a trip to the Arboretum for a walk round.
Very muddy underfoot as there was a lot of rain last night, but today is lovely with warm sun and only a very light breeze. Walking round the paths through leaves which last Autumn were crisp and crackly and this Autumn are wet and soggy, we were able to soak up the lovely fungi, the beautiful colours of the acer trees and the berries here and there.
They always try to attract children for Hallowe'en and lay down a trail. We followed parts of it and I must say it was quite scary but then, that is what children like - to be scared out of their wits when they know it is only 'pretend'. The photograph is of a witch in the bog garden hauling a dead body out of the mud. One the other side of the path there was a witch barbecuing feet and hands!
And after the walk round (with dog, Sophie) we had bowls of minted pea and ham soup in the cafe - the icing on the cake, so to speak.
The farmer is off to the physiotherapist as I write for a bit of manipulation on his shoulders - he will continue to heave great bales of straw around so of course his shoulders continue to give him trouble. But then, what is a farmer to do?