An ode to a season passed and reminder of a fine English summer

And what a FANTASTIC British summer too. Yes, I’m struggling to recall when the weather was quite so kind as to reward us with so many opportunities to get out and enjoy the fabulous terrain without needing to pack an entire wardrobe into our camera bags to cover every climactic possibility (or maybe that’s just the girl guide in me?). We’ve enjoyed locally the most spectacular wildflower meadows and garden colours, and as the trees have gradually withdrawn their leaf nutrients, the resulting autumn golds and umbers have replaced the buttercup hues contained within the dry stone walled Pennine meadows.