River Tweed and Moon

I was talking to Doron about walking, in the darkness, into a massive pile of leaves on the Lees estate last year, just near where I took this photograph; and how strange a feeling that was, being deeper than waist deep in a substance I could not see, and for a moment or two could not recognise. I thought I would put this image on my blog, as a recognition that the light is darkening, the days are shortening, but it is still possible to wander round with a camera making a fool of oneself in the near-dark. I don’t suppose the person who originally swept up the leaves into this great pile would have been best pleased at the mess I must have caused  – however, I hope he/she ascribed the mess to wild animals and not a straying human eejit.