A dry September is a joy, even for those who stroll about only looking at the ground (and there are some like that). You may be failing to see the berries and trees changing colour or you may miss the stag on Blacka Hill as I did - I had to be told about it by other walkers enjoying a beautiful morning.
But you may stll get to see the natural patterns on the paths that are heartwarming in their variety and must have inspired in the past William Morris among others. Fortunately SWT's clumsy cattle have not trashed every path and their impact is at its worst in wet weather.
Slightly off-path is the beech litter above Blacka Dyke home to these russula mushrooms mat yellow above and pure white gills below.
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