A november morning

Danilon

It was a beautiful November morning this morning with bright sparkling sunshine so perfect for Danni and i to venture out for a longer ride that usual when we have guests staying.

We worked our way through the country lanes basking in the autumn sunshine before dropping down to Halamanning beside the old mine spoil heaps and there I started to notice the first patches of frost laying under the hedgerows, the fairy tale magic of winter, in sharp contrast to the lime green of ferns that line the Cornish banks in sheltered valleys.

Making our way past the old Count house the woods steadily closed in around us as we cantered beside the reed bed before walking down to the heart of the woods with the ever present company of the gurgling streams hidden mostly by the mossy green branches of the trees before reaching the dark glossy waters of the fishery ponds of Tindeen Fishery. Leaving the lakes behind at last we emerged from our woodland retreat into the bright sunshine and swung back up the hill from Millpool where the tradition way sign declares one and three quarter miles to Goldsithney