To mark tomorrow's autumn equinox we drove out of London for a walk. I like to see what things look, feel, sound and smell like at the year's turning.
We went to Hampshire and climbed Shoulder of Mutton Hill to Edward Thomas's memorial stone:
It was overcast with the lightest of drizzle at times, but little wind, and the woods were dank and shadowy.
Although the trees were still thickly in leaf, everywhere were the signs of autumn coming in: