October, and the heath is turning sombre. Here and there a little late heather still in bloom, but rusty brown is the dominant colour now. Which makes the sky blue Marsh Gentian flowers even more extraordinary.
Yesterday was grey, and the wind was in the north. Took the track that runs beside the marshes. A cold, drear track in January, lined with dark heather and dank winter grasses, and ditches full of peat-brown water. But the woodlarks were singing.