Trekking carefully through the woods near our house, hair catching in the breeze, we’re engulfed by the the glorious scenery before us. The sounds and colours of the natural world surround us in a peaceful whisper, autumn calling out with its seasonal beauty from every corner.
Golden ferns flutter their wings, leaves crunch below our feet. What was once green is now coated in coppery shades of brown, the sweeping views resembling the most beautiful of oil paintings or fairytale pages before our eyes. It’s incredible how this season can make every place feel fresh and magical, its vivid complexion turning grey, miserable days into ones of wonder and allure. Areas that feel ordinary and familiar turn mesmerising through autumn’s lens.
Wild and untamed, the earth grows thick with shrubs and bushes here in the woods, ready to swallow whatever comes its way. We continue our journey across the nature reserve, our little pocket of wanderlust, as the air turns bitter with the late November chill. Nature shivers with every blustery roar, the last remaining leaves tremble and fall from trees, circling delicately to the ground. With the sky turning darker and the clouds forming thickly, we say our goodbyes to Mother Nature, wrapping our layers closely tight, before dashing home to huddle from the cold.