Having slaved over a hot laptop all day, I decided to wander down into the woods next to our house the other evening just as the sun was dipping over the Somerset hills, curious to see what magic was being conjured up by the changing light. And I wasn’t disappointed by what I discovered. From an orange-backed sky, shafts from the setting sun pierced the stands of beeches and cypress trees. enveloping their trunks and branches in soft shades of pink while long black pencils were cast behind them, patterning the slopes in a dark mosaic. These photos scarcely do justice to that bewitching scene.
