A golden glow on the fields, for me, so clearly identifies both the British countryside and the time of year. The last few days have felt like autumn, for the first time this year – the hedgerows are bright with rose hips, may haws, sloes on the blackthorn, and blackberries on the bramble. The first leaves are turning, and thankfully, gloriously, we have had some rain. Not enough for the soil to ease and soften, but enough for rainbows and a whisper of hope.
This is a panorama taken of Tysoe Hill, just next to Sun Rising Hill, between delicious bursts of torrential sweet rain.