Atrod path winds between bilberries and heather, a tussocky mossy understorey to a wood of silver birches. The softly mauve heather, fading now, combined with gnarly tree trunks, gives it the feeling of a fairy wood. We fill a tub with small dark bilberries, fingers stained iodine purple, tastier than any shop-bought blueberries. Out into the sunlight, we cross a rough sheep pasture, long grass...
The leaves are turning – but be under no illusions, this is not autumn
The first cool mornings, the sweet rot of fallen apples, the sight of seed heads – these are all signs that autumn is here. But what happens when it starts coming earlier? When the floor is littered with burnt leaves, when the summer crops give up early and the flowers fade before all the pollinators get their fill? What has happened is a “false” autumn . The leaves on the ground of your local...