Autumn Walk

In the absence of anything exciting to report, I thought I'd share some photos from mine and the dog's autumn wanders. Sadly since these were taken last weekend we've had gale force winds and torrential rains so everything looks bald and wet now. But at least I got a few pics of the autumn colours before our charming British weather trashed the landscape….

I've no idea what the hell this is. It looks like a witches hut to me but I am assured that there are no witches to found in these parts as it's the posher end of town, which restricts itself to key swapping parties and tax fraud. Sorcery is SO passe.


Walks can be a bit slow in Autumn as the dog insists on sniffing every pile of leaves, on the off chance there may be something interesting under it. Imagine his surprise when he encountered a disgruntled hedgehog…


Some of the trees seem to change earlier than others…


And some already have bright orange. Or did, before the storms, now they just look a bit bald and twiggy…


We came across a farm dog that had the unusual physical attribute of being as wide as he is tall. You don't see that very often…..


The holly berries have come out and are not yet shrivelled and grim, like dangly raisins…..


However there's still the odd flower to be found.


The woodland is beginning to change and those horses should be rugged up in this weather ( as an aside, I've been watching -and feeding- these horses for nearly three years now and if anyone knows of anyone who is chucking out or replacing any old, scruffy winter horse rugs could they let me know because the rugs she puts on these three about January time are utterly inadequate for a British winter).


We walked past the field where I buried the last of one of my guinea pigs to shuffle off this mortal coil. It is indeed private land however the dog loves to run there and it is a most excellent place to bury dead pets, should you have a garden created from builder's rubble with a 1 inch layer of topsoil plonked on the top.


The city looks cold and hazy. Because it is. Very cold and very hazy….


Sometimes, in a heap of mouldy old leaves you spot one unblemished one. I didn't even have to place it, it was just sat there….


The Japanese Acer in my parent's front garden is dark red in summer but goes this scarlet colour in Autumn and it looks stunning. I'd have taken a shot of the whole tree except that the picture was somewhat buggered up by the builder's skip on the driveway. Rarely a thing of beauty. Sadly, this tree is also now brown and twiggy and the pretty red leaves are plastered all over the road and, amusingly, my dad's car.


So there you have it, Autumn in Manchester. Not quite as amazing as Autumn in New England or the forests of Canada but still pretty in it's own way and with little hidden delights that you don't see unless you're looking out for things to photograph.

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17 Responses

  1. Wow – you had some perfect ingredients there to do a few Andy Goldsworthys

  2. Wow, those are really amazing! I'd love to have the talent to create imaginative and gorgeous images like that, sadly I'm more of a point and click girl. He must have serious amounts of patience…

  3. He has the imagination to do the simplest things. For one of his pieces he goes out first thing on a frosty morning and stands still in a field. As the sun comes up, the frost on the grass melts and then he takes the photo of the frost 'shadow' of a man that is left by the heat of the sun not going where his shadow was. Here's a similar one he did with rain.

  4. I'll ask around re rugs

  5. Love your pics, who needs to go to New England.

  6. What a wonderful collection of photographs Vicola….there is beauty to be found everywhere when we choose to look. Autumn colours are something that I miss because very few trees in the tropics are deciduous.I specially love your "perfect leaf" picture and the "wide dog". The farm shed in the background would doubtless have many stories to tell.

  7. LOL @ the wide dog! So cute. Love the orange leaves and also those red berries. Looks like a lovely area to wander in.

  8. looks good,and i didn't get a chance to go to vermont this year,so it really looked good,i could almost taste the apple cider..

  9. Thanks Brennig. Apparently this woman 'rescues' them but then she just dumps them in the field. One is a chubby little thing, at a guess Shetland with a bit of something slightly taller mixed in but the other three are fine boned and fairly lightweight, none of them carrying enough weight to get through winter outdoors without help. In fact none of the three should even contemplate a winter outdoors but that I can't do anything about. She doesn't rug them till end of Dec/ early Jan and then with totally unsuitable rugs. She occasionally dumps a big bale of hay in the field but doesn't feed them daily. It cost me a bloody fortune in high calorie feed last winter because I couldn't watch them get thinner and thinner. I did write to Alex Feguson, because I know he has racehorces, to ask if he had any scruffy old rugs he didn't want but he didn't reply. Like he can't afford it…Funny thing is that I found an empty tube of wormer so she must be at least occasionally worming them, meaning she can't claim utter ignorance of what's required. They are number one on my list of 'things to do when I win the Euromillions', buy them off her and get them stabled somewhere.

  10. There's a public footpath runs through the farmyard and it's actually really creepy. A friend and I went through once. First the little wide dog came out and started yapping so some really skinny youth with mad hair ran out, picked it up and ran inside. Opposite that barn is a big shed and as we walked past it, there was a woman with really heavy makeup sat in the window who gave us a massive grin, like a mad person. And the place was littered with pointy sharp machinery. We've both seen enough horror films to know that the best course of action was to walk swiftly through without investigating anything and if we heard footsteps or the sound of a chainsaw to drop the dog leads and run like hell.

  11. It is, it's part of the Irwell valley and is designated green belt land, which has protected it from development. What you can't see is how close it is to the city. In the picture with the horses, there's a valley runs between their field and the trees that you can see behind it. In that valley runs the 6 lanes of the M60, the ring road motorway that circles Manchester. It's like a little bit of countryside but with reminders everywhere that you're near the city.

  12. I've never been to Vermont in the Autumn but it's something that I'd love to do.

  13. Lovely pics. Also, well done for knowing horror film etiquette – spot on ….

  14. OK, well I won't insist on some more farmyard photographs now 🙂

  15. Beautiful pictures! I loved your description of the farm dog being as wide as he is tall 🙂 The pictures of the 'perfect leaf' and the Acer leaves were wonderful!

  16. We have Rock Creek Park here basically in the middle of DC. When you wander in there it is easy to forget you are in a city. I also don't think many tourists realise there is this huge natural area just a couple of miles from the National Mall and all its Monuments.

  17. This is stunning. You've definetly given us in New England a run for our money. I lived and worked in Tenbury Wells for one summer and it's quite similar in some ways, but more peaceful.
    Love the flower. The "witches hut" appears to be a tangle of vines or shrubs from a disturbed landscape that were tossed around. I like your idea better though!

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