Autumn in the Weaver Valley
The pool beside the Weaver is managed for fishermen, but I was not interested in the fish as I walked very quietly along the bank. I was hoping for a glimpse of the kingfisher that I had seen the previous week, but had no luck.
In the absence of the vivid flash of blue, I contented myself with the vibrant browns and reds that surrounded me. The trees were clothed in dying leaves, shouting their autumn colours, but some trees shouted louder than others.