Last weekend I spent the most glorious day at the Stourhead Gardens. It was a real autumn day. Sun peeked tentatively through the treetops and the colours shifted from spring green to more playful red and yellow. Water lapped in the breeze and swans floated past us as we walked.
Many professional photographers were there. I employed many Italian gestures that day. Bloody tripods! Bloody people blocking our shot! But there was a real sense of tranquillity in the air.
Pleasant in the last rays of sun. Summer's final cry. And then it was no more.
