A bridge to autumn

Drained of clorophyll and pelted by the rain, they lie beneath our feet like gold coins showing the way into a new season.

This tiny plant looked like a bird taking wing.

The moss really is coming into its own now. When the flowers have withered, we see the unassuming background, and it’s quite as beautiful as any rose.

These fungi looked like they were arranged to form a small fountain.

Summer is hanging on by a thread – of beard lichen!

And because I can’t help myself, another picture of redcurrants.