We've never watched leaves fall. Seen that they've fallen, yes, but as the hatch was opened for a usual "hello morning" visit, sounds caught the ear. Birds? No. Squirrels? No. Leaves falling after last night's frost. Floating shards of gold. Gorgeous.
This is one of the blessings of our new permanent mooring. There are so many! This is one of the blessings which is most inspirational, rain or shine. This stunning view. Trough the gap in the middle, we catch site of the M1 between junctions 16 & 17 and the occasional West Coast mainline train. The villiage on the hill is Long Buckby, about 3 miles away and our nearest shopping area. This is the morning cup of tea view, the home lunch view, the evening wind-down view.
