Lots of our journeys here in West Cornwall go through tunnels of trees and the drive to Penryn is just glorious at the moment. The colours are gorgeous – orange and yellow, umber and gold, brown and khaki. Even when there is no sunshine, as today, there is a glow to the lanes cast by the light coming through the leaves. The whole journey for a couple of weeks is magical.
Walking along the street later the floor was covered in fallen Oak leaves, all beautifully brown and crisp.
At the ship yard in Penryn, as I waited for the lovely Mr S to sort out something on the boat, I was watching the river and the reflection of the masts in the water.