It was a bright and frosty morning.....

by eleven I had completed my record work and had to go out to find a ruined cottage.

I climbed up a very watery path, through woods and slippery leaves. The mist was hanging over the hills and the sun was glinting through the trees bringing out the Autumn colours now and then.

It felt cold and a bit spooky as I caught sight of the Fairy Bridge......a strange start to a new week!