Ah, November. The month I dislike the most. With the changing of the clocks the days become shorter with sun sets around 16:30 by the end of the month. I keep on thinking that it won’t be long until the shortest day and then the light will last just that bit longer each day. Bird food has been hung out and the garden is full of the little birds that seem to hide in the summer.
On 12 November I decided to pop over to Godrevy and have lunch in the little café there before having a walk on the beach at low tide. The sun was shining although it was a little windy and cool, but I was looking forward to the walk. However, in the space of 15 minutes the weather changed and big black clouds came swiftly in from the south bringing fat raindrops. I managed to get a couple of photos before deciding to give the walk a miss and head home. Ahead of me rain. Behind me rainbows. And on arriving home the sky turned an incredible orange beneath black clouds accompanied by thunder and lightning!
On Wednesday 21st I was woken by a noise at 05:30 and on getting up to investigate I noticed that a waxing gibbous moon was setting. I watched as the plump yellow disc, like a round of cheese, slipped below the hill. No photo I’m afraid. My camera is not that good! Later I awoke to find frost on the ground.
This month I decided to wander down to the woodland which is about a mile from where I live. I normally find it quite gloomy and there are no nice paths to tread. But I wanted to see if I could capture some of the turning leaves before they were all blown away.
On the way I managed to find a few bits and pieces in the hedgerow including Betony, lots of nettles, Red Campion, bramble flowers, ferns, Navelwort and several umbellifers including flowering wild carrot.
The woodland was carpeted in brown leaves from the oaks and beech trees and reasonably dry, much to my surprise after all the rain. Bark textures, copper and gold leaves, bare tree limbs and colourful lichens caught my eye. My favourite part of winter is seeing the bare trees, the structure of the limbs, the colours of the bark.
The sky was darkening and approaching from across the sea so time to head home. But one last look at Old Man’s beard or Traveller’s joy (Clematis vitalba) whose fluffy seed heads scramble over bare branches like garlands of natural fairy lights.
The Changing Seasons | November