Fallen

It was a hazy morning for our Sunday walk this morning, cooler, but with the menace of heat hiding behind the clouds.
The landscape is parched. The sugar beet wilted but not lost, a shower will bring them back, the ground is sand.
Why drive to Bournemouth? Pitch your tent on this beach, you'll fry just the same.
And so the trees begin to drop their fruit, the hazels, the conkers, the acorns and the cones. Unripe and unfinished.