The blueberries are turning a fabulous colour. We have had fruit this year for the first time and the bushes have had to be covered against the hens. It is wonderful to see the turning foliage without a draping of green netting.
At this time of year the hens are welcome in the garden as they scratch about in the empty beds.
The trees are starting to turn too. The sycamore is always first and this year is a buttery gold.
Logs are stacked waiting to be cut and stored in the stone pigsties.
But with all these signs of autumn the roses are showing a second flush of flowers, still dreaming of summer.
And here is the peacock, totally at home in his domain. I wonder how he will manage when winter comes?