A Touch of Colour.

Walking Hamish down to the glen, I noticed this one small patch of autumn colour amongst the greenery.

Britain tends not to have the spectacular colours seen in the North Americas, apparently due to the fact that we don't really have seasons. Our weather slowly meanders from summer into autumn, a few days here and there of cooler damper weather with periods of summer interspersed. Eventually autumn days outnumber summer ones as we drift from one season to the next. On the other side of the pond things happen in a much more organised way, the trees know where they stand: when it's time for their leaves to change colour and when it's time to drop them.
Here, there is not such a well defined progression and, this year in particular, the leaves seem to have fallen and all the colour is occurring on the ground beneath branches that are slowly denuding themselves. As with all rules, there are exceptions, one of which I have tried to capture.

Information is courtesy of "Gardeners Question Time," I think the contributor was Stefan Buczacki a few years ago.