Autumn proper comes to Red Rise

Autumn proper has come to Red Rise; the brook flows with more vigour and determination, whilst crossing points again need forethought as does your route as a whole; the autumnal tints of the woodland canopy are more easily dislodged by the seasonal winds and have begun creating a colourful mosaic on the forest floor;  amongst the stands an eerie quiet is apparent, complemented by ones ability to move near silently across the landscape due to the softening underfoot. Autumn's transition, like Spring's, is defined in part by the similarities in the changeable weather that accompanies them both, you'll get all seasons in one walk at the moment, not complaining mind, it's lovely; beyond the dilemma of appropriate clothage.