Some days the fates combine against you and nothing seems to go right. After a lovely morning with friends, I had an afternoon like that! I was feeling very down in the dumps, so took myself off for a walk down along by the river, camera in hand.
Beech leaves holding a wonderful red-brown colour.
The river has been fiercer after this week's rain and was hurtling itself towards Ferryside and the sea.
Down by the mill it always looks fiercest.
The bracken was such pretty colours - palomino and American tan, fading to champagne in places.
Looking back up the river valley from my favourite spot.
That rock will soon be under water and if the forecasts of further rain for the next four days or so, then this mossy outcrop of rocks may well be joining it by early next week.
The last few Red Campions are still holding there own as it is still mild. I think those look like Meadowsweet leaves around them.
Amazingly a Foxglove has bravely flowered once more, having been cut down when the verges were cut in September.
Another view of the river, looking upstream.
Beautiful colours here on this shrub in a neighbour's garden.
I'm glad to say the walk straightened out my thoughts and I had a game-plan of what to do about a couple of things on my worry-list.
The crochet is now coming together (although, truth be told, it's not how I'd have planned it pattern-wise as there is a gap with a join in every row. Hey-ho . . .)
