It's true to say I'm obsessed with grasses and how they tuft in clumps and sway in the breeze. The rusty colour of so much of this variety I'm presuming is seasonal. It's incredibly rich.
The arctic gale at the top of the peak when we reached it was beyond belief, we couldn't safely walk and I adopted a brace position while C favoured a kneel - I wasn't tempted to get wet knees so planting my feet was necessary. Our walk was supposed to be a circular one but we reconsidered on safety grounds and retraced our footsteps. At one point the sun came out and lit up the hillside, giving a lovely light.




I rather like the above picture although C commented that e would like it if the rock was in focus. I like it because the grass in in focus and the rock isn't, but that's personal taste for you.

See that little square of pines? They all seemed to be in varying stages of dropping needles, a wonderful mix of yellows.




Have you been out enjoying the sights that Autumn has to offer? I'd be interested to know if you go anywhere specifacally to see it at this time of year?
Sophie