“So fair and foul a day I have not seen...” complains the ill-fated Macduff at the beginning of Shakespeare’s Macbeth Play. It felt a little like that in Norfolk this weekend
I enjoyed two dramatically different walks among birch trees within twenty four hours; my first a gloriously golden morning showing off Autumn’s golden cloak in all its finery and then, courtesy of Storm Angus, a brief, soggy wind and rainswept excursion which made Litcham common feel very much like a blasted heath.
A wet spring and mild autumn lacking the autumn storms we’ve had of late has enabled us to enjoy a glorious long-lived golden autumn foliage season this year. But with harsher, stormier weather approaching it may be time to say one last goodbye to autumn’s rich vivid beauty and face the cold embrace of stark, hollow Winter, who, after lurking in the wings for a while and is now stretching out its dark frosty talons.
