Changing Seasons – September

Month nine of my photographer’s nature journal.

Time to go back to the lanes and see what, if anything, is around. It is a sublime day. Cloudless blue sky, temperature around 17°C and barely the whisper of a breeze. Robins serenade me on my circuit of the lanes and the hill. Yes, a walk around the lanes has to include a hike up the hill if only for the views of the turquoise sea.

Sunrise with the Harvest Moon

Crows “caw caw” across the fields and Jackdaws “mhwah mhwah” in response. At one point I stop to listen to a frog or a toad croaking in the undergrowth. I wait in hope that it might leave its hiding place, but no. Time to move on. I meet a lady walking her dog (everyone in Cornwall seems to own a dog) and she tells me about a barn owl trapped in the hedgerow only the other day. The lanes are full of surprises.

I pause beside a particularly popular bunch of flowering ivy. Swarming with bees and flies and hoverflies feasting on the late-season nectar I am focusing on one particularly large white-tailed bumblebee when a Red Admiral butterfly comes in to land, but obstinately refuses to open its wings for the camera. Before I go I spot a ladybird sunbathing on a leaf. Should I concentrate on colour or texture? Or insects? Or maybe shadows?

Every time I walk this circuit I still get the same shock of surprise when turning a bend I see the beautiful Mounts Bay on the horizon. It seems so close. Glossy green ivy leaves gleam in the hedgerows and the sunlight catches the ferns too.

Red fuchsias hang down like ear-drops and contrast nicely against the cerulean sky. Hips are in short supply. The only place I know where to find big fat ones is almost bare. The few hips in view are shrunk and wizened. Hydrangea lines the lane close to a hamlet in the dip where shade replaces sunlight: here grows an enormous Monterey pine tree (Pinus radiata)  tree with its amazing structural presence and wide trunk and limbs.

Up on the hill I am looking for signs of autumn. A red tinged leaf. Bronze or golden bracken. Dried out foxgloves. Haws on the hawthorn, blackberries, red berries of the wild honeysuckle, dying leaves and seed heads of the buddleia, pretty green oak leaves and of course the ubiquitous gorse. Bleached out grasses sway gently.

I stop frequently and make a 360 degree turn to see what is around me. In doing so I spot the lonely flower of a honeysuckle, a tiny red leaf amongst green, the sun shining on a patch of grass which I photographed only five minutes before, but is now looking so much different. A clump of purple heather. It is a mindful walk. Smells, sounds, sights. Touch and even taste.

Sitting on the rock on the top of the hill and surveying the land below makes me wonder, not for the first time, why I ever need to leave this place.

The Changing Seasons | September

59 Comments

  1. Ali says:

    Utterly beautiful. Full of multisensory delights. This is a perfect way to enjoy my first cup of tea! Thanks Jude.

    1. Heyjude says:

      Thanks Ali. It is a slow walk 😊 and one that certainly refreshes the soul. I had to get away from the builders!

  2. beetleypete says:

    I can well imagine the feeling every time you see that view. A good reason not to leave. (Were you even thinking of leaving?) We have had some of those ‘perfect’ days, this last week. 19 C, blue sky, and little breeze. But we still have ‘just green’, mostly nettles, and little colour to brighten the walks more.
    Best wishes, Pete. x

    1. Heyjude says:

      Just a reference to the fact I have not actually left the county this year!

      1. beetleypete says:

        Ah, got you. 🙂

      2. Sue says:

        Phew…thought you were upping sticks again…!!

        1. Heyjude says:

          I think we shall probably have to in a few years Sue as we are not close to amenities or even a bus route. And I had a lot of pain with my joints in the winter so this dampness might not be good for me.

        2. Sue says:

          Oh, sorry to hear that, Jude…but hopefully you can get the right place..”

        3. Heyjude says:

          We’ll see how things go health-wise. I’d hate to leave Cornwall, but moving closer to the family might not be a bad thing as we get older.

        4. Sue says:

          Well, exactly.

    2. Heyjude says:

      And I wonder why there’s not many wild flowers in your area. Too many pesticides used on agricultural land maybe?

      1. beetleypete says:

        There is a dominance of farmland, that’s for sure.

  3. BeckyB says:

    Beautiful. I’m so very envious of what you have on your doorstep.

    1. Heyjude says:

      You may not be so envious this week – some very noisy boys in next door and the farm lad doesn’t seem to realise it is a house that he is running his tractor in to!

      1. BeckyB says:

        Oh!!! There’s always more behind blissful views 😀

        1. Heyjude says:

          Indeed. I should have taken my own advice NOT to move near to a working farm! The darn view seduced us though.

        2. BeckyB says:

          Hee hee, my Mum did the same when they retired to Dorset. She’s a townie in the country though and so not sure gave herself the same advice!

  4. restlessjo says:

    A sleepless night, Jude? It’s not often you show me a sunrise. 🙂 🙂 I’ve watched a few of them this week over my morning cuppa. Such a lovely contented feel to this and wonderful, flowing prose. You make me want to linger with you and dangle a fuschia over my ear! 🙂

    1. Heyjude says:

      Builders in this week Jo so I have had to get up earlier than usual. Thought I’d have a lie in this morning but the farm worker seems to be trying to knock my house down!

      1. restlessjo says:

        Oh no! Darn and blast the man 🙂 🙂

        1. Heyjude says:

          Goodness knows what he was doing, but for a few minutes there I truly believed he would knock the wall down. Seems to have gone now.

        2. restlessjo says:

          And no chance you’ll get back to sleep. Get out and enjoy the sunshine! I’m going to take yet more photo albums into the garden for sorting, after I’ve stripped the bed. Last lap now till November. 🙂 🙂

  5. bushboy says:

    Lovely post Jude 😀

    1. Heyjude says:

      Thank you Brian 🙂

  6. Amazing photos. We have stayed around the Mounts Bay area many times in the past and revisited recently. I’m very envious, I wish it was on my doorstep. Not so sure about living next to a farm though!

    1. Heyjude says:

      No. The farm part is the least positive part. However, you do get used to the noise. And the views and sunsets are sublime.

  7. Sue says:

    Wonderful country images, Jude!

    1. Heyjude says:

      And the only people I met were locals walking their dogs 🙂 Now I don’t seem to be doing much travelling maybe it is time to get myself another dog.

      1. Sue says:

        Something to think about, Jude!

  8. janesmudgeegarden says:

    Just wonderful Jude, a multi sensory walk, glorious views and bluest sky. What a gorgeous place you live in.

    1. Heyjude says:

      This was on Wednesday, a really lovely day, I just had to get away from the noise of the builders and since I was unable to escape in to my garden, the lanes seemed ideal. Plus I needed to get some images for my monthly record.

  9. Sadje says:

    Poetry in pictures. Both of words and images. Beautiful

  10. Lovely photo of the Robin! Some really nice puctures in this blog.

    1. Heyjude says:

      Many thanks, the robin was cheerfully singing his heart out as he seems to do every day now.

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