The jays have stopped raiding the evergreen oaks and the willows and hornbeams have bare tops. The sky has colour; steel blues and luminous off-whites, fading to grey. Airbrushed.
The custard maple this morning was clinging on to fewer leaves than on Friday. A sprig of a tree in a dessert coloured pool of discarded clothing. Two deer browsed the heath just North of the A31. The ponies coats looked finger-combed and freshly washed. Mist washed out the detail over much of the route, but actually I wasn't watching too hard this morning. Too little sleep?
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