The smell of damp earth as heavy dew glistens in early morning sunlight.
Kicking through leaves in every shade of red and gold, finding conkers gleaming silkenly in fat split capsules of spiked green.
Colour slowly leaching from the sky, each day less blue than before.
Hedgerow harvesting, elderberries, blackberries, cob nuts and sloes.
Butter melting through hot toast, and the purple sweetness of damson jam.
Cox’s Orange Pippin sour on the tongue; tang of damp earth and woodsmoke.
Swarming starlings sky-dancing at evening.