A barn owl quarters the spent earth
while a field mouse scurries for cover.
As summer surrenders to the wild atmospherics of autumn, nature prepares for its seasonal transition.
Travelling back to base-camp one evening across the Cheshire and Lancashire plains, it’s clear that the nights are quickly drawing in.
There is something spell-binding about the fast-fading light, which creates a transient palette of colour and hues.
Smoke grey clouds streak the sky, remnants of earlier sharp showers, and the landscape begins its routine merger with the night.
Upon reaching the west coast, a burning pink and orange tinted ribbon is all that remains of the sunset, but the grey cloud blooms have cleared to leave the most magnificent blue sky made richer, perhaps, by the energy of recent solar flares.
Moths begin to storm the road over the moss. A barn owl quarters the spent earth while a field mouse scurries for cover.
These evening scenes, though fleeting, remain with me long after the day’s journey ends. What simple nourishment for the soul.