Bright sunshine, yet still chilly. A haze over the hills, trees turning golden. The familiar sights and smells of autumn. After what seems like ann age in waiting, it’s finally kicking off. As I’ve noted in my 365daysofbiking journal, the nights are really closing in now. The countryside is alive, yet dying. And the best thing about it all is the scents; leaf mould, coal smoke, balsam.
An afternoon ride over Cannock Chase and Shugborough, then down the canal to Wolseley Bridge. Wonderful, misty, golden. Maybe autumn isn’t so bad after all…
