The last few weekends have been full of autumnal walks and rustling rambles.
In St Clements near Truro we wandered along the river on a gloomy day and I became slightly obsessed with the Holly.
There were Holly bushes flowering and in every stage of fruiting. Is it very late for Holly to be flowering? I was expecting green berries and berries in every shade of brown, orange and finally red but I was not expecting flowers.
Perhaps it's down to different varieties, some berries were fully ripe and gloriously red.
Anyway once I had got over the Holly I moved on the the gorgeous Oaks...
with their amazing colours...
very few acorns (the squirrels have been busy) and lots of galls. I assume that the perfect little round holes are the escape holes of the grub (usually a type of wasp) that created them.
Whilst Googling galls on Oak trees I discovered that they were used to make the ink that was used to write the Magna Carta! What a link to history.
The hedgerows were still full of fruit...
Blackberries, Rose hips, Sloes (although those were few and far between due to the popularity of Sloe Gin) and boughs full of Haws.
The Ivy flowers were a-buzz with bees...
and the autumnal browns were spreading through the woods.
On a brighter afternoon we wandered through Point, further along the river...
with lovely sunny views.
The hedgerows were full of Ivy flowers, wild Clematis and happy, busy insects...
more berries, Haws and Pyracantha...
and leaves in rich and ripe colours.
It's amazing how uplifting a blue sky is.
We wended our way back past secret gateways...
as the sun sank from view and the temperature dropped.
Time to head home for tea and disappointment cake!
(it's a long story!)
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