The forest is reaching tipping point, you can see the colour beginning to change, beginning to drain. It's been slow up to now, creeping up on you. First the bracken, then the heather and now the odd bough or even tree here and there. You can see it rolling out across the entire landscape. You know that soon it'll tip over and you'll look up and the forest will have been acid washed and it's only a matter of time before the forest will be naked. It's a lovely time, mind you. Nothing beats an autumn walk through the changing forest.
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