Because I’m on holiday this week and we have Roo to take for walks, I’ve had the chance to get out toward dusk when I’m usually working, and get some photos of the countryside in the distinctive light we only get on these early autumn evenings.
Oh, and I might have slipped in the odd one or two of The Bridge (last time, promise).
The river Taw was at high tide when I was wandering the banks yesterday, as the sun began its descent to the horizon.
Roo and I walked down the river bank in the park, heading for the old iron bridge.
The storm drains were running fast from the recent rain..
..and the tidal river had risen almost to its limit.
Steps up from the riverside take you to a junction, with a shady tunnel of trees in one direction..
…and in the other, the old railway bridge, now carrying only pedestrians and cyclists.
Over on the far bank, the landscape is more open and natural, with rolling fields, berries in the hedgerows, the still surface of a stream reflecting the sky, and the science fiction forms of the copper hued teasel heads…
…and we were just in time to catch the spectacular sunset as it sank behind the hills with a fiery flourish.
(A slightly expanded preview edition of this post appeared on Life Cherries, why not pop over and check out Lanthie’s blog with with this link)