Posted by: The Malt House | October 6, 2010


Autumn leaves parachute gently to the earth. In finest gold, bronze and ruby red dress, they dance and weave in the breeze. A necklace of silvery waterfall fans and dark limpid pools; the stream, rain refreshed, chuckles and gurgles as it tumbles its way down the hill. Caught in the flow, the leaves promenade and pirouette before moving on – their speed date progressing to another round and another pool.

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