These photos were taken on a misty morning within half a mile of where I live in Leicestershire. My village (Barlestone) is surrounded by farmland that is criss-crossed by well-defined footpaths that I often use for a circular walk on which I rarely meet another soul – unless you count the occasional herd of heifers! If there is mist in the air it throws everything into soft focus and you can get some very atmospheric photos as a result, especially if the sun is trying to break through at the time.
The lake is a fishing pond – but there were no anglers around at the time!
Is it any surprise that many people reckon Autumn to be the best season of the year? John Keats thought so – the “Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness” is what he called it, and who could possibly disagree?