On Wednesdays I drive along roads through St Leonard's Forest - after a couple of light early-morning frosts the leaves on the beech trees have finally started to turn. It's when the trees on both sides of the road meet in the middle, and the sun is shining, and the light streams through the golden-green-tawny archways that my heart sings.
Oh, to be in England when the leaves are on the turn...
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