Saturday morning in September; warm and sunny. This is a view towards Shaldon and beyond to Dartmoor in the distance.
Last night was a full moon – called the harvest moon – being the full moon closest to the autumn equinox.
I tried to get a photo of the moon – but I missed the lunar eclipse, which came later.
Sailing into Teignmouth.
This is the edge of a commercial wood which has recently been harvested.
In a National Park!
Crab apple John Downie – bursting through the moss – yellow peony and red fuschia.
With apologies to Rudyard Kipling who did a far better job!
Cat went far and far away and hid himself in the Wet Wild Woods by his wild lone for a long time till the Woman forgot all about him. Only the Bat–the little upside-down Bat–that hung inside the Cave, knew where Cat hid; and every evening Bat would fly to Cat with news of what was happening.