The stands are choked with a tangle of bracken, often thick and tall enough to obscure your view and hamper your movement. Though the time of peek bracken is coming to an end, it's zenith passed. A heavy downpour or strong wind will see them take a bow, they've overstretched themselves. There was a weird sense of autumn amongst the stands this morning, strong enough to prompt recognition. A reminder of where we are in the year and how fast the seasons pass.
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