A beech wood, shrouded in one of Keats’ autumnal mists. This week, the leaves seem to have reached the pinnacle of their brightness, with a glorious colour palette ranging from copper to sulphur and encompassing everything in between. Magical.
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A beech wood, shrouded in one of Keats’ autumnal mists. This week, the leaves seem to have reached the pinnacle of their brightness, with a glorious colour palette ranging from copper to sulphur and encompassing everything in between. Magical.