Wednesday, 17 October 2012
I swear these trees were talking to each other. A very private conversation, because as soon as I whipped the camera out they fell shtum. A couple of regal ladies a little past their prime, they gossiped of summers past and tried not to notice each other's somewhat threadbare attire.
Meanwhile on the other side of the river, the oaks stood guard over the landscape and consulted the clouds about the weather.