The wheel turns and it's that time of year again when the forest's heathland begin adopting their autumnal hues. I love all the forest's seasons, why wouldn't you, though of the four it's got to be autumn with it's vibrant radiant colours that really stirs the soul; the greens endure though slowly fading through myriad tones; the bracken steadily browns through yellows and oranges as it bows out; and throughout the heath clumps of imperial purple heather add majesty to this picturesque landscape. This is just the beginning of the march to fall.
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