The autumns in the UK are not very consistent from the quality of leaf colour perspective. We get autumns sometimes that are just damp and dull and dreary. But not this year, oh no! On our lunchtime walk today, Theo and I noticed that all the little elms (God bless their short lives) have turned yellow – have a look at these three:
This autumn is a real pleasure, I’d love to just drive around the Dales delivering logs and gawp at the stands of beech, sycamore, and even ash this year all shining out through the dull afternoons like fire.
Good by t’Wharfe too:
So many leaves – where do they all go to? Still some greenery about though in the alders and ferns:
Sometimes it feel;s a bit like a cool rainforest round Strid Wood, so damp.
And I’ve spotted some cheeky little fungi (as yet unidentified) growing from sycamore bark like tiny fairy gardens or summat:
What the hell here’s another gratuitous autumnal picture:
It’s not New England, but sure beats a lousy, wet, grey Autumn (or Summer for that matter!)
Just returned from two days at RHS Harlow Carr‘s Taste of Autumn show in Harrowgate (as we insist on calling it in Bolton Abbey). It was a fine weekend with lots going on, from a celebration of a wide range of apple varieties, through Fungus for the Masses, to boxing hares:
Phil Bradley’s willow hares.
Phil Bradley was there chatting, and regrettably I didn’t get a chance to discuss things woody with him (he was busy chatting already and time away from my duties is limited):
Some of his wigwams were sitting pretty next to our workshop, they were very popular with young and old.
We were in The Glade. The woodland area of Harlow Carr and the trees just blew me away, especially at this time of year. It was foggy most of the day but the sun just about got through, enough to light up this sliver birch.
Look at the size of the beech tree we set up the workshop underneath (workshop is the tiny white bit bottom left.)
The fog came down again as we went home, and as we descended down into Barden Chase down towards Beamsley the fog rolled around:
OK so I’ve not just been driving around the countryside and turning spurtles from Chestnut (which at first seemed to be sycamore (Eh? – ed.))
I finished a little stool in richly coloured elm and yew, oh yes and an oak hand-carved bowl which includes the lighter sapwood.
The bull-nosing is free hand with the plane and the tenon wedges are bog oak. The stool is sold but the bowl is looking for a home.