We may not have forests full of autumn colour here, but we can still enjoy the shades of the season all around us. The moor has a burnished glow that is just as glorious as any woodland right now. The grass and the shoreline are full of different shades of browns, golds and reds and oranges. The leaves of the potentilla are like a golden carpet, and mushrooms and fungi are appearing everywhere.
Mick and I are still walking this same route everyday. He has an ongoing excavation down by the shore - a rabbit hole, most likely. He spent a fair bit of time today, snuffling and scratching at it. I left him to it and wandered around. I saw a wren, and almost got a good shot of a buzzard (I think). I went to sit on my favourite rock, looking out to sea, and eventually Mick came and joined me. The wind was strong, and there was a fair bit of swell in the water, but the rain stayed away while we were out. It was a good walk.