Autumn leaves under
frozen souls,
Hungry hands turning soft and old,
My hero cried as we stood out there in the cold,
Like these autumn leaves I don't have nothing to hold.
Hungry hands turning soft and old,
My hero cried as we stood out there in the cold,
Like these autumn leaves I don't have nothing to hold.
Paulo Nutini Lyrics
I think a little colour is needed during these during these
days of damp and mist, so I’ve added some images taken on 27th Oct
during a misty and damp walk through Holywell Dene and onward to the sea where
visibility was poor to say the least, although Red-throated Divers were
seen. Bird life seen was sparse with Tree
Sparrows and three Goldeneye at the pond and a lone Fieldfare, Treecreeper and a number of Goldcrest in the dene being
highlights.
Lovely colours. That's at least one good thing about this time of year, when the weathers poor, lol.
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