It's not only the colours that get me at this time of year...
It's also all that tangled mass of texture.
As the pups and I walked below the dyke
a warm south wind blew hard against our faces
and the sound of rustling grasses surrounded us.
One day I need to do a piece on grasses.
The rusty pups played 'ambush' up and down the dyke.
We returned along the top of the dyke
and those little monkeys decided it was the
perfect day for a swim.
Do you see one swimming off into the deep blue yonder?!
(Bottom right of the picture)